Hard Times.

One of my bestest clients called me up that weekend.

"Ive just bought Charles Dickens writing desk" says he.
"Its in Christies of London. Go take pictures of it on Tuesday"

So I did.
I flew to London for the day, and was let loose in Christies storehouse, unsupervised.

I cannot wash the dishes at home without breaking something.
Its a gift I have....

The brief specified that I shoot this yoke from every angle, including above.

I borrowed a ladder on wheels, and while pushing it into position, heard a gentle tinkle and crack from above.

I had wheeled the ladder into a Russian chandelier, which, according to its tag, had a guide price of 65,000 pounds sterling.

Did I say anything?

Did I fuck....

Got finished, got out, and got the 4.30 back to Dublin.

Dont tell anyone, please.....