One of these people is called Olav, while the other is called Mark.
Let me make it easier for you.
Olav is a journalist, Mark is a photographer.
Let your cursor hover over the pictures for the answers
Today, Olav interviewed me for a piece in The Times about 'employee blogging', and blogging in general – while doing this Mark took some pictures of me to go with the article.
Olav bought me a beer with his expense account.
The interview went, I think, pretty well – I was given the chance to blather on a bit about blogging in general, the ambulance service and employee blogging. During this I was able to sup on a pint of ale and pose for some photos. Olav was kind enough to tell me about his own blogging experience, and why The Times asked him to take his blog down – this was a couple of years ago, so if they had thought about it a bit, The Times could have been way ahead of the Observer blog.
Yes, I am turning into a media whore…
After the interview (which could be out next Tuesday), while we walked back toward London Bridge I managed to have a chat with Mark, the photographer. To be honest, I think he should start a blog as he has some great stories to tell – jet-setting around the globe, doing a job that he loves. I just manage to jet-set around Newham and Hackney, and get to pick up drunks.
Being photographed was more than a little strange, there were the 'in conversation' shots, the 'it's just past noon and already he has a pint in his hand' shots, and some 'posed, but they look pretty nice' shots – I particularly like the ones where I was asked to stand still, while the camera was put on a long exposure so that the office workers walking behind me were blurred.
Some of them might even look like the sort of pictures you would see of the author on the back of a books dust jacket.
I'm next working on Friday night (YAY!), so from now until then I shall be trying something new – For the next couple of days I shall be attempting to mimic the work of other bloggers – perhaps I'll even stray into parody. So tomorrow I shall attempt to copy the style of Scaryduck, then I shall try to emulate Diamond Geezer and on Thursday I shall hop on the train to Southend, where I shall find a pub and try my best to write like Warren Ellis. On Friday I shall probably be recovering from the whole 'sit in a pub and pretend to be Warren Ellis' thing.