Bob admitted: "> Hi, > > I crashed a wedding a few years ago in Transylvania. I'd spent the day > in a nearby village photographing a funeral, and getting very, very drunk > on the local moonshine. Back at my hotel I stumbled, half blind, into a > wedding and started photographing the dancing. Some of the guests > plied me with large quantities of whiskey. One of the guests waved me > over to his table and insisted on a portrait. He was dressed in black > trousers, black rollneck and black leather jacket. All the other bulky-looking > men at his table were dressed the same. I think they Securitate who had > privatised themselves. At least, that was the impression they wanted to > give. When he learned where I was from he said "OK, you send me the pictures. > I have many friends in London. If you don't do as I ask, you go missing". I > laughed in the face of danger. I was very, very drunk at the time. > > None of the wedding pictures came out."
That is BLOODY hilarious!! This is a great thread... tan.
