My photographic adventures continue – and by “adventures” I mean “disasters”, because despite various online tutorials and help from David I still have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. I’ve come to the conclusion that the best way for me to suss out this photography lark is to see other people doing it properly, and to have people explain to me what’s going wrong when I try to do the same as them and make a complete arse of it. So! A camera club!

Maybe not. I did some searching and right enough, there’s a camera club in my town – but reading through the site any appeal the idea had quickly wore off. As expected there’s the usual lectures – “Sergeant Major McDonald presents My Perambulations in Patagonia, a photographic essay” – which don’t float my boat, but it was the list of upcoming events that really killed the idea for me. The big event this spring? A trip to Jessops.

Jessops, for those of you outside the UK, is a high street camera shop.