I work near Westminster station. On the way home tonight a young italian couple asked me if i'd take a picture of them in front of Big Ben and, just for once, I decided to be a nice person and agre to their request. Despite my efforts to be helpful, I have all the technical acumen of a ******ed halibut when it comes to that sort of thing and sure enough the photo was not as great as they would have liked. Even so, i still think it was a bit rude of the girl to take her phone back and say "that's not very good is it? i'll have to ask someone else now." What did they expect? David bloody Bailey???????? I got my own back by spending 2 hours following them back to their hotel and telling the manager that I had good reason to believe they were running a *****phile ring - I think it was a perfectly measured reaction. Anyone else got any annoying tourist stories to share?
I exagerated / lied quite a lot with one aspect of this tale Tina - the photo was not that bad..............
You should have done the honorable thing and ran off with the camera/phone, then the ****s would have a tale to tell when they ****ed off back to Italy.
fair play mate, fair play! I need to go home, i am ****ed, the same as I have been fdor the last 10 days
People always ask me **** when im around town. Only when I'm in a shirt and tie mind you. Luckily I'm a know it all.
This reminds me of the time I was at the National Coaster Convention in Walton-on-the-Naze, 1995. I was happily admiring a set of six coasters depicting the bombing of Hanoi, when none-other than Michael Ball approached me and asked whether I'd take a picture of him next to the aforementioned coasters. Of course I obliged and thus proceeded to click merrily away while he struck a variety of poses. Then he left without saying a word. I was dumbstruck. I now had twenty seven pictures of Michael Ball on my camera. What an odious ****, eh?
