What is it about the judges that come to our club that as soon as they get on the stage it brings about out the performer in them. Last week we had Musical Hall revival. Perhaps it’s The Roar Of The Greasepaint – The Smell of The Crowd. This week nearly started as a song and dance routine, however, once the judge got started it brought out the frustrated thespian in him. It was Friends, Members of Upminster Camera Club, and countrymen lend me your ears I come to critique your pictures and praise them. The first print of an empty park bench got him, a simple scene with no people in the picture, got him going into As You Like It, All the worlds (or empty park benches) are a stage and all the men and women merely players, waiting stage right and left to sit on the bench.
Then onto Romeo & Juliet. What light from top right hand corner of the frame? Tis the sky and it is bland. To crop or not to crop that is the question? Whether it is nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of the judge or not to include the sky at all. Of course there was a winter of discontent, well as far as photography was concerned with no no snow. The picture of Santoroni was of course All Greek to him.
I hope that next week he does not come dressed in tights and make up. If so, Beware The Ides of March.
Note to Sylvia, please check when booking judges, for their hidden talents. I don’t mind a bit of Ballet, not keen on Opera. Pole dancing judge anyone? 
My Thanks to Howard for the idea for this weeks blog. 
Sadly the entertaining bug has bitten our chairman, seen below doing a poor impression of Eric Bush, receiving his trophy for best mono print
Come back Mike Yarwood all is forgiven