And this was us on the beach..

When I worked for The Press there used to be times when you'd be sent to the home of a doddery old dear for some story or other - usually related to gas bills or being left asleep on a bus at the depot - and she'd pull out a big pile of curled, tatty snaps and insist you looked at 400 photographs of her old dead cat! Well, I had a moment like that this week although, for fear of losing all of my mates, I obviously can't say where! Let's just say that we were all having a jolly good time when one of the group pulled out a scrawny old compact camera and commenced to scrolling through six million snaps of the holiday he'd just returned from! "And this was us on the beach, and that's us in the shopping mall..." and all that jazz! Trouble was, of course, that only displaying his piccies on a dusty, scratched 2 inch screen meant he had to go through that whole palaver for each and every one of us. It made dead cats seem suddenly really interesting!..