More Randoms.

From out of nowhere, the guy on the far right turns up and joins in with the photography frolics.

The phonecall.

Who is she on the phone to? Who could it be? I have no idea. Answers on a postcard please to my address. Thanks.

The Threesome.

This poor bloke is either loving this, or well, not. He's kind of got that expression not unlike the mona lisa. Is he smiling? Is he frowning? We'll never know.

The Quadrant Bar.

Regular followers will know that I frequent this bar everytime I'm out with a camera. However, it's not very often I see this man. This man is called Lewis Littleford. I can't tell you what he does (for fear of getting in trouble with them - I'd never want to be on the wrong side of them anyway), but I can tell you that what he does is completely legal and above board. No, he's not a barrister.

Anyway - he's one reason this series is called 'school reunion' - I went to school with him.

Back to the Moon Under Water.

I can't remember why, but we ended back up in here. I found a scarf. I wish I could have kept this scarf because it brought a lot of women my way. It was my lucky scarf. My lucky 'fanny magnet' scarf...

Ladies.

See - fanny magnetism at full steam ahead.

Fanny magnet is not that good.

Ok - so sometimes it's dodgy, but I still liked the scarf.

Criminal?

As a photographer of sorts, it worries me when people don't like to be photographed. There are a few reasons for this. They could be a celebrity and are just plain bored of pics being taken all the time. They could be ashamed with the way that they look and do not have much self esteem. In all probability, this is a pub with regular dodgy people in attendance and I reckon she might be a wanted crim.

Oh, how my mind runs away with things...

Yes Please.

If only I hadn't of been so wasted, I may of even asked her for her phone number. The scarf was doing it's job. All hail the pulling scarf.

Staff.

Like I said - the scarf has it's down time sometimes.