I havn’t told you about Hen for a while. Well she’s working in a Notting Hill coffee shop at the moment, trying as best she can to cope with the rigours of life as an impoverished aspiring photographer. We were chatting over lunch the other day about the service industry and whether it was excusable ever to be rude to a customer. You know which side I am on that debate. Hen however conceded that on occasions she found customers could just be too trying for her to hold her tongue. So there she was, she said, with a queue of seven people waiting to be served and she gritted her teeth as she slowly whittled the queue down until there was just one young man left. He didn’t want a coffee it transpired. He asked if she had any potato type things. Bit weird. “No”, she replied. “What….no crisps?” he said. Chips?….. No! Cheesy wotsits….NO! So it went on. Three or four different potato incarnations were tried, but as Hen had made clear at the outset they were going to draw a blank on potatoes. “In that case”, said the earnest young man after a resigned pause, “could I talk to you about Jesus Christ?” “If Jesus Christ can get me a steady roof over my head and a bit more money you’re on….” was her snappy response to that one.
Anyway, there is light at the end of the tunnel for Hen so perhaps JC is indeed working his stuff. She starts an internship with a professional photographer next week and she has been out on the streets herself clicking away. OK…so I’m a bit biased but the attached photo I though was a gem. Apparently the little old lady point blank refused repeatedly to be photographed protesting she was ugly. Hen was having none of it and persuaded her she did indeed have a wonderful face. Check out her blog site if you care and though it would be a first let me know if you want to buy any of her photographs! They are going at very reasonable prices these days.
www.hensandisonphotography.tumblr.com
PS. Don’t mind telling you I was a bit shocked when I met her this week to find she had dyed her hair pink. The artiste. “If someone had told me when I was 10 that one day I could have pink hair….well I would never have believed them” she told me….. “its a dream come true…….”
I’m off to Beijing carrying the bags for a kind client who imagines he might be able to cope with my company. First time I’ll have been in Beijing since 1995 when I was on my way to Outer Mongolia, but that’s another story.
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