Ah, the life of a photographer.

Some days you're riding the crest of the wave, some days you're the dirt on the beach.

I had a bit of tough luck lately, not being employed at the paper anymore.

But that's life right. You take it on the chin and you move on.

Anyway, photographers being in low demand during the Christmas rush, I went out and found a job as a professional caravan washer.

I am not kidding. For three weeks I washed caravans which were being refurbished to be sold to Gypsies.

Anyway, as it happens, this bloke who sells the vans, he mainly puts them on eBay, and to do that he needs good photos.

Wasn't he surprised when the guy scrubbing the carpet started giving him tips on lighting. And from that moment on, I was promoted to head caravan photographer.

It's not much, but it beats dusting.