The Boys Are Back

Jetlagged and feeling knackered after the overnight flight from Toronto to Heathrow to Belfast. Hotel made me wait three hours for a room, so I staggered around the city centre. I was taking a picture of a deserted building on a side street when three youths accosted me. Visions of pain flashed through my brain . . . Fortunately, though, it wasn't my wallet they were after - they wanted their picture taken. Here it is . . .