And…Action!"I’m sorry sir, you’ll have to put that away," instructs the security guard.
“Why?” I ask innocently.
"There’s no filming or photography here I’m afraid."
“Why?" I ask again, getting into the part. "This is a public street.”
Pause. The tension builds.
"You can take a picture of the trucks," he counters. "But the signs and number plates are confidential."
"You're talking a load of absolute bollocks," I spit with beautifully controlled malevolence. "What harm can there possibly be in us taking a picture of a crane!"
"Dad, please, come on!" pleads the eldest from stage left.
But I push on regardless, twirling my rhetorical war hammer to deliver the killer blow:
"And there's absolutely no way a number plate can be confidential!"
