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Friday 14th January 2005
So, a day of work . . . followed by . . . well, in the evening, Gav, Lisa and I moseyed over to Mook. They still have this two-for-one-thing on the cocktails . . . each cocktails barely seems to have any alcohol in it, so I don't why I'm always sucked in by this 'offer'. Sure, you see 'em pouring the stuff from the bottles, but we don't know what's in these bottles, of course. But Mook, it was . . . for about two hours . . . I was the last to leave. I suspected I had had slightly too much to drink when I realised I had gone to the toilet and completely forgotten about my ruck-sack. PANIC! But it was still there. Phew. Lisa introduced me and Gav to this girl called Sarah (Sarah and Mitzy (sp.?!) just happened to be there, you see . . . Lisa had only planned on meeting Nic there), who (following (should that have been a comma? Where? Where those brackets opened just then . . . erm . . . not sure, but carry on) a previous conversation with Lisa regarding the legendary 'background people' (I need to explain this . . . damnit - too many brackets open . . . wait a sec . . . ) it struck a chord, as it were . . . ) Gav had actually photographed Sarah during one of his community things (Rosie's Kitchen? Food?)over at Woodhouse, completely inadvertently, as it were. See, back at work, waiting for Gav to forward on his 'customer handbook' (now corrected, re-branded) to his customer, Lisa's camera held aloft, facing me, I observed, "Oh no, not the mobile camera phones. You know, in some countries . . . I can't remember where . . . maybe it was Korea . . . but they have to make a loud, camera shutter-type noise whenever they take a picture (not the operator, NO!, but the camera) . . . in fact, they're not allowed in company premises of certain companies in this country . . . blah blah blah," and then I observed, "Do you ever wonder? You know? Wonder how many pictures exist where you are featured in the background?" People you don't know, people you may never know, owning photographs where you exist in the background. I own many such pictures. The background people. One day you may be flicking through one of your friend's photo albums and find yourself in a photograph, there in the background, but the picture would have been taken long before you actually knew this person. Can I go now? Go where?
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