He handed over a brown paper-wrapped cube in exchange for an autograph. Some deft finger nail action revealed our latest aquisition; a sleek, black, and awfy fancy, camera. One of those posh ones with the wee telly on the back.
An end to slightly rubbish photies like this?
There will be much RTFM'ing, I'm sure. The wee Fuji is looking nervous and slightly sheepish. And so it should. My memory is long and its' previous belligerence has been carefully noted.
B*****d!
2 comments:
Ooooh...a grown ups camera.
Such things scare me. Like the dentist, you don't want to but you know you'll have to at some point.
Looking forward to seeing some results.
Photies. not fillings.
It's just looking at me, daring me to pick it up. I will, and then it'll be all "Oh, what if I drop it/get it wet/stolen by a big boy?".
I'm sure it'll be worth the worry tho'.
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