They’re putting me to shame, the pair of them. Well, they’d be putting me to shame if I had any, which let’s be honest – I don’t. Both The Scary One and The Leprechaun have been bitten by the writing bug; the little devil must have had a banquet. Not that I mind of course, as long as I get a gander. I’ve worked out that Scally has a whinge level – if I can keep it going long enough, she’ll eventually give in and send me something to read just to shut me up. Neither has yet issued orders, sorry requested, that I update the website. In fact I think Pooks is probably still at the point of stomping around over excessive use of blue boxes or that could be pink boxes - yes she has even argued over the colour of the comment boxes in the past, never mind what the S.O. has written in them. What can I say; the Irish just love a fight.

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I’m fed up with moaning, that is all I’ve done lately so I’m going to laugh inappropriately about something that happened to someone else instead. Just for a change, and I'm not mentioning how fecking ill I feel - just don't stand too close 'cos if I start coughing the only way I stop is to throw up; that could make the Disciplinary Hearing I've to chair later today very interesting. What? It was only a little moan and you can't expect me to just go Cold Turkey, now can you? Anyway, I digress.....

Someone on our board of Trustee’s is into camping and was away for a jolly with family and friends. Now during the evening one of his group, a lady, fell backwards over her chair (no I’m not laughing at that). Bet they did through - until they found out that she’d hurt her back; then they rang the emergency services, who in turn dispatched the air ambulance to assist.

The gentleman in question thought that at a later date the lady would just love to see a photo of the air ambulance arriving and then carting her off to hospital. He’d be able to pull her leg over it (yes, what a thoughtful chap).

Of course, that meant he needed to find the perfect place to stand so he’d not miss any of the action. You know what it’s like when something happens, some nosey bugger always stand in your way and you can’t see what’s going on. So he looked around for the best vantage point and conveniently enough there was a nearby group of rocks – all he had to do was climb on top of them. The trouble with us photographer types is that we’re perfectionist - we want to get the lighting just right; take in the whole ambience so that you really capture the moment.

And sometimes this means taking a step backwards so that you can get everything in range. In this case, it also meant falling off the rock and down the ten foot crevasse behind him. He broke his nose, his collar bone, was unconscious for nearly half an hour and ended up going to hospital in the air ambulance instead of the lady it had been sent to assist. Oh, and he broke his camera as well, so he never did get to show her the picture of the helicopter landing.

I just hope everyone appreciates the lengths we photographers go to!