Normally, the small talk is positive and fun, with me answering the "Haven't you got a big one", with the slightly smutty" Yes, and oddly, it's white" However sometimes it's not that way. This is an extract from my blog entry written in March 2011
"So, to cut a long story short, there I am with Mike, walking next to a canal in the middle of nowhere. I was hoping to get some shots of birds on the walk, so I had my long lens on my camera slung over my shoulder.
I was in the middle of a long story about a mate of mine who had been arrested for being a witness to car accident (Yes, I mean that, but that story is for a different day), when I became aware of a mid-20’s fit, wiry, guy walking closely behind Mike and I.
That guy then walked quickly past us and stopped in front. With real anger, he said
“Do you work for the Police?”
“Well, I don’t want my picture taken. Do not take my picture”
“Fair enough”, I replied
He then walked on a few paces, turned round, shoved a Cameraphone in my face, and took a picture. I didn’t react, he walked on.
Unhinged, mad, paranoid-dunno. That’s why I didn’t react, camera first, knife second.
There’s a big debate about the freedom of photographers to photograph what they want on one side, and people wanting their privacy on the other. Both points-of-view have merit, but something had tipped this guy over the edge."