Went on another shoot for my commission. I always plan to take behind the scenes photos but things happen so fast and this shoot was especially quick. It took me 2 hours to get to the location, whilst on the way it started to rain and once I had walked 20 minutes I realised that the map had taken me to the wrong place. Whilst walking there the traffic moving in the opposite direction had been really bad so I was worried that I was going to be really late with even less time to shoot as I had to get back to London.
I got a taxi. The driver tried to teach me some Punjabi which was fun. This project is definitely making me feel less awkward about taxis. I’m getting used to talking to people. It’s good.
Got to the venue. The family were having a meal so I didn’t want to keep them long. Took some pictures. Got dropped off at the bus stop. Got the bus. Walking to the train station I took this picture as I liked the windows. I was wary of people nearby so I was quick. It isn’t a great picture but I wanted something to tweet about for my project. I grabbed a couple of things to eat then continued to the station. My rail app told me that I could change in Leamington Spa then change for London, so my plan was to ask the ticket office if I could do that on my ticket and then eat my food at the station as I had 40 minutes and then I wouldn’t need to awkwardly eat on the train.
I walk past a guy on the floor and gasping for breath with an inhaler close to him. There are a few other people stood there and looking at him. I go to walk past thinking that they are dealing with it, but I feel bad so just check to see if someone has called an ambulance. A woman is slowly rummaging in her handbag. I ask her. I don’t really hear what she says but it looks like she is hesitant. I have never called an ambulance before. I read stories as a kid about people hoaxing them and I always worried about wasting their time. He is on the floor and gasping for breath. This seems urgent, right? So I call them. As I’m on the phone he recovers enough to answer questions and tell me his name etc. They say there is a lot of demand on the service right now but to only call back if he gets worse. We’re waiting. The other people move away after he gets up on his feet. He recovers more. I’m not sure that he needs it now and he says that he doesn’t but the service said only to call if he gets worse. How do I cancel it? Well maybe it’s worth him having a check. They take a while to arrive and I have to leave soon to get my train. He says I can leave him but I will wait a few more minutes. The ambulance comes. I give a shy wave. It goes past us. I’m confused as it stops by the station. I walk down to see if it is for him. ‘Well why didn’t he wave at us?’ ‘I kind of did…’ So the guy heads up to him as the other guy gets in the ambulance and drives it up there.
I walk into the station. A couple are in front of me. They are taking ages. They are buying tickets for 2 weeks in the future. A call from a private number. It’s the ambulance service. The guy seems to have disappeared. He doesn’t have a phone number as he is homeless, I had asked him if he had one. I can see the ambulance. I left him alone for one minute so where has he gone? I say that I am sorry but I have a train to catch. I probably stood with him for at least 10 minutes but I can’t give a description of him. I’m tired and my brain is full of thoughts. I feel awkward. I feel bad that I didn’t give the guy some money.
My turn to talk to the ticket guy. I have to buy another ticket to change in Leamington Spa. I’m tired and the guy talks quietly. My phone app showed that this was the last way to get home so I am stressed. If I want to buy a new ticket it will be £30. I’m stressed as I had 40 minutes to waste so I could have already been in Birmingham already. I start to cry as I’m stressed and I want to get home. I missed a train to Birmingham waiting in line for the ticket. The guy says to talk to the conductor on the train.
I go to the platform and the train is already there. A guy on the platform offers to help then signals to the conductor. I follow him through the door he got on but he is moving down the aisle. I’ve been carrying 2 bags all evening and hate walking down the aisles, so I get off the train and run down to the next door. I ask him, he tells me just to change in Birmingham or pay £10 to change at Leamington Spa. I ask him to wait whilst I check the app. Oh I can get to Birmingham and have 20 minutes to change trains. I thank him. I feel awkward that I cried earlier. It turns out that the slow train back to London is only every hour this time of the night anyways and I make the last train.