2002 Gallery 2BB

This is an article I wrote for the FXG Magazine, Summer 2002...............(the pictures where taken on the night in question)

Nurses Cameras & The Law
by Jaye Kaye

Well, I explained to Jenny that nothing ever happens to me, and that I had simply nothing to write about. She had just approached me in the Fox and Hounds, interrupting my vain attempts to impress some young nurses from Colchester Hospital. She was looking for some new material for the magazine, but my mind was a blank. So nothing new there!

Now I usually dress only once a week, when I go to the Fox and Hounds, so those evenings are a little bit special to me, and always end too soon. But later, as I was driving home, it occurred to me that as I had my camera and tripod in the car, I might as well take a few photos of myself before the night was over. Hadleigh seemed as good a place as any to stop. I parked in the High Street, or should that be the main drag? I walked across the road to a fairly well lit area, and set up my tripod. I was looking forward to this, as I was wearing my new long blonde wig, (only it's second outing), and a skirt which I could only describe as short. It was well after midnight, the streets were empty and quiet, although I did notice a slightly smoky atmosphere, and there was a faint smell of burning. But, not knowing Hadleigh too well, I thought this might be normal.

I was so busy enjoying myself, posing in front of my camera, that I barely noticed the sound of an approaching car. It wasn't until its headlights were picking me out that I felt, instinctively, I should turn my back on it. I picked up my tripod and headed back to my car. It's at times like this that one realises just how difficult it is to move at any reasonable speed in ladies shoes! Things were getting worse, the car was now just behind me, and had come to a complete stop. Oh dear. There was no alternative, I turned around to confront the fate that awaited me. It was a Police car, with two officers inside. The game was up, I thought. I walked up to the car as the passenger window retracted, trying to think what to say.

"I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing", I said in a rather masculine voice. They ignored what I said and just asked, "Have you seen anyone walking around here?" Their question barely registered with me. I was still trying to figure out how to explain myself. "Have you seen anyone?" they asked again. I gradually began to sense, almost with disappointment, that I was of no interest to them. Once more I tried to explain myself, but they cut me short. "Look, we' ve seen everything", said the first policeman, with an air of world-weariness. Again they asked me if had I seen anyone. They then explained that someone had set fire to some diesel in the Council yard and they were looking for the culprit. I told them that I had seen no one, but added. "Ah! Kids these days. What can you do with 'em? What they need is a good hobby!" With that I folded up my tripod, turned on my heels, and sauntered back to my car with as much dignity as I could muster.

It was just another Wednesday night.