KABOOOM!

We were rudely awoken by my friend Denis this morning pounding on my bedroom door telling me the giant shipyard (where ships go to die) was on fire and did I want to take any photos.
Camera in hand I drove round a bit but no clear shots were in sight so I ignored the unmanned and not very deterring street cordon and walked up to the yard entrance where some police very kindly let me into the compound and let me take a few dozen shots before the owner ran at me and told me to f**k off!
Well, I have to admit it, as I was marched out of the yard back to where the actual reporters all glared at me , I felt like a proper journo, although more Jimmy out of superman than Peter Parker.