>Doing some paid shooting for a railway company, big dosh.
>Walking around up high in the rafters on a catwalk in a train station with a camerabackpack filled with all my gear.
>Have assistants carry all the tripods and reflectors, make-up artists and several models, feel very cool and professional.
>See a cool shoot, quickly grab my D700, grab a few test shots.
>Everyone 'mirin that mad bokeh skills.
>Live is awesome.
>"Hey mr. Anon, your shoe lace is undone." says one of the models.
>Bend over to tie that unruly snake back under itself.
>Suddenly get smacked in the back of the head.
>Blow topples me over, vision blurs.
>See all my lenses roll-out one by one over my head in dramatic Zack Snyder slow-mo style.
>Jaw hits ground, bam double concussion, go out.
>Wake up.
>Models collected gear from train tracks below, every single lens broken.
I left the bag open...
