So . . . here I am thinking back to last Saturday, and the splendid wedding day of my friends Joanne and Chris: one of the most entertaining parts of the day was the photo session in the gardens of Cumberwell Park Golf Club. The official photographer was a complete entertainer, using lashings of good humour to achieve the best results with the wedding party. However . . . he got into a complete panic when a wasp started buzzing around him, evidently as he seemed to have an allergy to this insect (which, I feel, is God's most pointless creation). No disrespect to the guy, but as presumably most of his work occurs during the summer months, this can't bode well . . . a little like a baby photographer who dislikes children . . . or, better still, suffers from Tourette's . . .