I’m getting a train to Manchester to get some professional photos done (well a mate’s doing them…) WHY? I hear you ask. Well stand‐up comedy is rather visual, so as part of my website I want a few photos of me.
Now what I do not want are those massive grinning cat ones, that you usually want to punch. Nor do I want the ‘I’m accidentally posing, whilst deep in thought and look insanely cool’. Nor do I want the ‘crawling up the sand towards the camera in a bikini’ photos.
Just ‘relaxed and normal, or a bit of fun’ photos of me being… me.
Armed with a few different outfits I’m ready (sadly, the Power Ranger and Desperate Dan outfits are in the wash, so I have had to go with normal clothes). The train’s at 10am so I find myself getting distracted with unnecessary tasks until almost 9:30am before rushing out the door. I’d decided to wear one of the t‐shirts so it wouldn’t get creased. Now as I run down the street I’m thinking perhaps getting a little creased is better than getting a little damp!
With 37 seconds to spare, I jump onto the almost‐moving train and off we go. Hang on a minute, where’s my outfits bag?