Stalking is an art

I met up with my younger brother Nick today. He asked if I wanted to meet up for a coffee, something that I would never refuse if I can help it. So we went into Chester and he bought me a coffee and granola bar. Afterwards I went took a slow stroll over to Chester castle to take some pictures of the so called Chester Eye (looks remarkably like an elaborate big wheel to me).

 

After taking a few shots I walked back to the car. On the way I saw Nick walking down the street; he didn’t see me, so I though, as I have the camera out still I would take some candid shots of him without him knowing. I quickly took a few snaps that didn’t come out as I didn’t have time to set the camera onto the correct settings. So though I would follow him. Now keep in mind that he is taller than me and walks at a pace that I would have called running even when I was well. There was just no way I was going to catch up with him. I lost him as he sped off up the road but with a bit of deduction I worked out that there wasn’t many places he was likely to have gone and decided that Tesco in Frodsham street was my best bet.  I wondered around the shop, camera around my neck in the hope that I would be able to sneak up on him and take some pictures without him knowing. I gave up in the end and decided he must have gone somewhere else so was just about to walk out of the shop when I gave one final glance at the tills again. Aha! there he was about 6 tills up. So I walked within a safe distance, lined up the camera and took a quick shot. An elderly woman standing next to me said ‘I hope your not taking photos of me!’ – No I’m taking ……. just then the security guard in Tesco came up to me and said ‘sorry to be a stickler but you can’t take photos in here’. I couldn’t be bothered to try and explain and just said ‘OK’.

Walked over to Nick and told him I just got told off – He was a bit surprised to see me. I showed him the blurred shots and the final one. Secretly I think he enjoyed having a stalker.