There’s Never A Cameraman Around When You Need One
We’ve negotiated flexi-time at work! This means that as I work really very hard indeed (you just can’t do enough for a good boss*), I’m effectively getting an EXTRA 24 days holiday a year. Technically, that means I have enough holiday to take 52 days a year off. Tempting . . . but not so practical.
Anyway. I used my first half-day flexi to cycle into Newcastle to do Carlton Reid a favour - he needed some photos of various bits and bobs of bike gear (including my Bike Hugger buddy flaps ) in action and needed a model.
Anyway, we were just taking some photos of me modeling the most gadgeted-up helmet ever (rear LED, rear-view mirror, TWO HD video cameras, one of which has laser sighting), when a taxi driver came through the junction we were standing next to . . . talking on the phone the whole way through.
Despite my blinged-up helmet, I was too busy doing the male model thing (purposeful gaze into the mid-distance with a fake-thoughtful expression designed to send out buying signals, but only succeeding in highlighting the emptiness of my life-as-eye-candy), but I think Carlton inadvertantly held down the rapid-fire shutter button on his camera as he tracked the driver . . . and his company’s logo & phone number through the junction.
Anyone want to take bets on the company concerned taking any real action against the driver when presented with the evidence?
*And when I find one, you’ll be the first person I tell. Honest.
- Type: Cycle
- Date: 02/10/2010
- Time: 16:04:25
- Total Time: 1:00:00.00
- Calories: 876
- Distance: 17.8 miles
- Average Speed: 17.8 mph