I’ve never been one for taking photographs. At least not ones that are any good. My dad was always at it, taking great pictures of most things that moved with his enormous and probably very expensive camera. But I didn’t inherit the snap-happy gene, with any pictures I do take looking as though a drunken, blind 3 year old was fiddling with the buttons. Just take a look at my gallery.
However, it seems as though other people have a different view. Last year, a local newspaper reporter wrote to me requesting use of some of my Guildford Fireworks photos. As ever, I’d just clicked and hoped on most of those babies, but it seems I’d managed to pull a few moments of glory off.
And then out of the blue comes another piece of photo-related fame. A few weeks ago, an email dropped into my busy inbox from Schmap, a web and paper-based tourist map of the UK. A photo I’d taken of Dorian House, a cracking hotle in Bath that Michelle and I visit around once a year, had made it to the final secletion for the 3rd edition of their Bath Guide. I dismissed it – but two weeks later, I am now the proud owner of a photo that will grace many a computer monitor and coffee table for the next year! Here’s the photo, and here’s their page showing the photo – it’s a shame that they’ve overlooked one critical thing though. If you look carefully in the mirror, there is a guest appearance (obviously unnoticed by Schmap) by my remarkably toned stomach! I now have a famous torso – I’m so proud…