I’ve just discovered that I’m one of the runners-up in the Urban Living photography competition.
It’s not a picture that I’ve got on here, but if you know me then you should be able to work out which one is mine.
I recognise the name of one of the other runners-up as a professional heavyweight who contributes to Getty, so I’m in pretty hallowed company.
I’m a happy snapper!
And it’s official.
According to someone who knows about these things, when one has a night on the Toon, one should go out or come home with a partner who has two legs. Whether the former or the latter or both seems to depend on the copious consumption of strange beverages of mysterious colours.
Me? My companion had three legs. And I went to bed alone, having drunk a mere two pints of lager.
Which seemed to cause much mirth at the strange things us southerners get up to.
But a tripod does help keep the camera steady, and I did come home with these and these. And there are more!
I may be sad but I don’t care