A shot of glory

One of my friends, tom Jenkins, was in the audience on 'Question Time' last night. He didn't get to ask his question and he was right at the back in the corner and all programme I was scanning the audience for him but could not see him. And then, as the programme began its music coda and the camera panned back, there he was, for five seconds, clapping away and glancing back at the camera. It puts my four seconds on Mongolian national television into perspective, though mine, also a crowd scene, was specifically edited rather than just a camera pulling back as it panned. Tonight I'll see him and get to ask him what he wanted to ask.
Last night, I was thwarted in getting to London to see another friend, Jon Williams, by the high winds. This was dramatically brought home when, as I walked to the train station, on the other side of the road a shop hoarding above the shop window was ripped off by the wind and clattered to the pavement. Luckily no-one was under it or injured. The train station was completely shut down operationally and my dad managed to get the last train back from London, getting in at about 5.50pm. Two desk officials remained behind to tell people about the situation. Thankfully, the winds have now eased off.