Photobomber.

Jnr had an appointment at the Job Centre this morning so I drove him there as I had seen on Facebook that the buses weren’t able to circumnavigate the planned military parade.
 
He arrived in time for his rather pointless meeting and I was in time to Blip the colourful happenings. Unfortunately, there was a yob photobombing (I think he was a press photographer) weaving about in between the official participants with his eye-fone on a stick; fortunately, he managed to avoid tripping anybody up.
 
And, no. I don’t know what that unsavoury growth is on his bear-skin.