Juggling Jobsworths And Feisty Photographers
Even with a 4:30 a.m. start aimed at avoiding meddlesome obstructionists, I still didn’t get up early enough to escape the scrutiny of the local jobsworth. Riding my bike into Yakushiike Park just as the dawn broke, and entering down a ramp well past the park office, I thought I had escaped any possible officiousness. This park is a delightful oasis alongside a heavily trafficked road, and is surrounded by densely packed suburban housing. Yet, regardless of the time I get there, I have customarily found it to be staffed by jobsworths, who prove time and again that sometimes the worst thing you can do to a person is give…
