Ever get caught between the glass and good intentions? Ever get suckered into shooting something destined for the dustbin? Ever held a stranger’s ego hostage while warning lights flashed in the corner of your mind’s eye? Every get roped into recording a college A cappella group’s six best minutes as your own lunch break melted in the midday sun? Ever get the funny feeling what you’re capturing with your camera will never see the inside of a TV screen? Ever feel bad when, despite your best efforts, said medley gets erased before a single show stacker feigns the least bit of interest? Ever hear Bohemian Rhapsody sung in eleven part harmony by a group of dudes whose only memory of the song comes from their parents’ VHS copy of ‘Wayne’s World’? Ever pin down the exact moment falsetto, show-tunes and free range scatting became the kind of thing a full grown boy would want to be seen taking part in? Every wonder when you got so damn old?

Yeah, me neither.