As the layout stage of my first book, the Empty London project draws to a close, I heeded some advice and went and shot the docklands whilst I had a chance: between 3 and 5 am on a Sunday morning, the only time that nobody seems to be around. It is private property and therefore I had to get a permit. Kindly issued by the Canary Wharf press office, my permission to take pictures was granted for a whole of 30 minutes, between 4 and 4:30 am. Guess who showed up at 4:33 a.m.?
Yep, you guessed it - a bored security guard. In less than friendly terms, he asked for my piece of paper granting me permission and promptly proceeded to tell me that my 'time is up'. Would you believe it? I mean - picture the scene - the place is deserted, nobody anywhere, zip, nada, niente, except for this guy ushering me on because of a misprint on a piece of paper. As if taking a picture after 4:30 a.m. would serve a different purpose than one taken during the time allowed... No doubt I have malevolent intentions.
I realise he's only doing his job, but I thought that this sort of moronic, mechanic acting had only been possible in Nazi Germany. Anyway, it all ended amiably, and here's the results - some of these will find their way into my first book, to be published shortly.
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