The Prince and I

"The first rule of being a photographer... be there", was ranted to me by a picture editor in Newcastle. On this particular day it resonated loudly, as I dragged my arse to a royal visit where Prince Edward was going to be shaking hands with primary school children and old people who like buses.

I get there.... just in time. Prince Edward greats a crowd of 5-year-old local school children who obviously don't have a clue who he is but have been forced to wave their cute little Union Jack flags and treat him like.... well frankly royalty.

"Oh what a charming bus!"

"I wish I had a garge like that, even Balmoral can't compete with this!"

- Just a couple examples of the cheesy dissintry spilling from the prince's mouth. God this is dry.

But I keep on perservering and before you know it, 3 hours following a prince that I hate around a transport museum in the middle of Scotland pays off.

The other photographers are loosing the will to live, but I reminded myself of the slim chance that he could do something stupid. Before you know it a Dalek. Whhheyyyy! But he is still being deathly boring... until he goes to walk away from it, gives it once last glimpse....

It gets in The Sun, The Times, The Mirror, The Express and Daily Mail. Plus it even warranted appearing on this....




It may seem like I'm blowing my own bugle.... and I am a bit. However this was a huge 101 in press photography. No matter how arrid and unfruitful a story seems... there is always a way to squeeze something out. Unless its with Alex Salmond... he's just a twat.