Last Night's Show

I feel a tear coming on when I think that last night's show was the last time I will be the official photographer for An Extremely Memorable Emergency. No more extremely memorable emergencies caught on camera; no more dodgy pictures involving James Lark's mouth, well not at least until the next show.

'Twas such a great show as well. The streets of Cambridge were awash with Cam water from a great tsunami that had surged upriver from the Great Ouse. We were, as per usual, trapped, with only Polos to eat, and each other for company. The French Foreign Legion were enlisted to, er, speak bad French and create the institution of marriage. There was a man of the cloth, and a man of the scalpel (also, apparently a polyity of God), who were racing against time to reak revenge on the doctor's wife, who had her arm severed and regrown with the council of a bookworm professor... Well, it made pretty good sense at the time... :-)