So I'm sitting in a taxi, hot-footing it over to Victoria - or at this stage, cold-footing it, as the police management of the Tamil demonstrations in Trafalgar Square has reduced the traffic to fewer lanes than usual, and we're just sitting there. Eagle-eyed as ever, I take the opportunity to snap these three chaps standing chatting on the edge of the pavement, and of course exactly as I do so, the fellow on the left looks over and watches me do it. Perhaps my insufficiently cautious window-opening attracted his attention. He walks in a measured manner over to the cab and straight towards me, and, leaning down to look through the window, initiates a short conversation:
PC: Take a good photo of us, then, did you?
Me:
[deciding to brazen it out] Yes thanks!
PC: Good and clear, was it?
Me: Yes, came out really well thanks, here, see
[shows photo to copper]PC:
[disgruntled expression]Me + taxi driver:
[Exeunt, pursued neither by bear nor, apparently, police]
