NIKON D70 - 1/160 sec, f6.3 at 50mm
I've just (now) finished reading a book called Whatever happened to Tanganyika? by a guy called Harry Campbell, with a foreward by Alexander McCall Smith, whoever the hell he was.
It's a short, mostly witty and lightly entertaining book about all the places on the planet that no longer exist, along with their stories. Places like Burma, Rangoon, Biafra, Yugoslavia and Ceylon. Places that probably still exist in that dusty old Atlas that your Aunt Gerald gave you when you were a kid, but don't exist anymore in Google Earth.
Unfortunately the book was completely buggered up by bloody footnotes on every page. The book is only 139 pages long but it has 196 footnotes. That meant lots of pages have more than 1 of the bloody things. Some had 5 or 6 even and the footnotes spanned over a couple of pages.
I can never tell when you are supposed to read the bloody things. Do you read them as soon as you see the footnote number? Or do you wait till you've finished the chapter? One way buggers up the flow of the page and the other means you spend ages hunting back through the page trying to find what sentence the footnote belongs to.
I hate sidebars in magazines for the same reason. If you can't write a single coherent story that includes your witty asides within the body of the sentence or paragraph then there is something wrong with you.
So that's it, all authors and writers, are now officially on my shit list!
Ha Ha, 401!