
Fortunately I'm now qualified to take photos like that, because I had a half hour meeting this morning with the head of the hospital's Clinical Media Centre (at least I think it was him - I could barely see), and what he doesn't know about photographing hideous eye diseases isn't worth knowing. Admittedly he kept me waiting for five minutes when I arrived, but that's what happens when you cycle into work through a rainstorm. As his secretary said to me, "He's just drip-drying in the next room". But having popped his lycra shorts on the nearest radiator, he gave me a cup of tea, looked me in the eye, and passed on a few tips. I think they've paid off. I look as rough as anything in the photo above.
So I'm off to Asda for some eye ointment. Or failing that, a pair of sunglasses...