I arrived 45 minutes early and staked out my spot. The dome of St Paul’s and a lovely green tree would make the perfect backdrop for a photograph of Esa-Pekka as he ran by with the torch.
What I didn’t count on was the intransigence of late-arriving non-English-speaking photog armed with a giant Nikon standing right in front of me. Two polite requests to move were met with indifference and, infuriatingly, him pointing out that it was a prime spot to catch the dome. The only reply (“WHY DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR 45 MINUTES?”) was met with much bemusement by the three English ladies adjacent.
As EP rounded the corner, I crouched down to get the low angle. Mr Intransigent tried to step in front of me, but withdrew after some techniques I learned as a field hockey goalie were applied to his shins.
While I was taking care of this, I didn’t notice the crowd stepping into the street to get a better look. EP, running as if he was on fire, was past me before I even realized. Thank god I was actually there to report with words, not pictures.
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