...take our photos puhlease'...was the shout to me from these three staggering along the opposite footpath at 8.30 on Sunday morning. Clearly they were reaching the end of their Saturday evening rather than at the beginning of their Sunday. 'Why do you want me take your photo?' I asked, adding 'I can't print you a copy of it here.'
'One day you might be famous' was the reply 'and you will have taken our photo'.