Talent? What talent

I was all ready in a bit of a foul mood. I went for a walk to try and shake it and stumbled across the horror of the Britain's Got Talent auditions
coming to Edinburgh.

The pack of photographers outside made me shudder. I get a lot out of farting around with my camera. I don't put any pressure on myself and just try to make images that I like.

I tried to imagine standing outside a theatre all day to snap a few shots of a some nonentity I despised arriving. I don't like my job much, but I don't think I'd like their job either.