Relaxing in Greece

The Photographer

Nikoli Bouras was a disgruntled man. He had been a photographer from the time he could remember but once he became affiliated with a local newspaper, he realised that to make it big, you needed a scoop.

In Capitals.

A Scoop.

Unfortunately, at the age of fifty-three, he was forced to admit to himself that he had missed the bus.

His personal life was in a shambles; a wife who had left him after years of putting up with him because of his drinking problem, a teenage daughter who behaved as though he was the scum of the earth and a son who only bothered to acknowledge him when he needed money.

Yes, Nikoli Bouras was a disgruntled man alright.

He knew that he did not cut an impressive enough figure either, unlike the youngsters these days. He was overweight, with a beer belly and he tried to hide his balding pate by wearing a hat. It had looked good when he was younger, girls had seemed to like it; he had had quite a few would be models who had been with him because they