piracy at sea
I used to work as a photographer on a cruiseliner. The job was equally great and shit. Get to see the world and get paid but you would work 14 hours a day everyday taking pictures of people who would talk to you like you were vermin.
Another down side of being away from home for 6 months at a time was missing out on modern cinema. The ship had a cinema but would only show family friendly gear that was, on the whole, real shit crap and at least a year old.
One day one of the on board entertainers came aboard with a pirate copy of The Dark Knight. having been at sea while it was released and reading on myspace (christ) all the glorious reviews of it from friends was a major pain in the bum. so to have this pirate copy doing the rounds on the ship was glorious.
so here comes the decadence; my fellow photographers and I hatched a plan of daring luxury. our department had a set of keys to the captains private lounge so as we could occasionally get in to set up lights in the event of a crew awards ceremony. so the night we were given a shot of the pirate Dark Knight we let ourselves in to the captains lounge. we made oaths we would leave no sign of our invasion but within ten minutes of access we had cracked open bottles of champers intended for the captain and officers only and repositioned all the suites to face onto the ginormous flat screen TV. we were in heaven. the lounge is hidden within the depths of the ship so we could blast the sound as loud as we like without concern.
somewhere around the scene where maggie gylenhall has been blown to smithereens we are all sat on the edge of the leather couches, half blazing, empty bottles of champagne strewn around when we hear the sound of the lounge door being unlocked. quick glances of ultra dread are exchanged. this means disembarkation for sure. I pray silently for someone who is not either an officer or security.
the second in charge of security, Sunnil, sticks his head round the door. this is it. we are fucking doomed. he stares at us in silence. we know we are fucked. Drinking to the point of being drunk is a sackable offence on the ship never mind gate crashing the captains sanctuary and treating it as your personal playground.
"is that the new batman film?" he asks in his indian accent.
"....yes" one of us says
"fantastic!" he says as he nudges up on the couch and makes himself comfy "pass that champagne"
(Raol Duke, Tue 2 Aug 2011, 11:48, 4 replies)

God bless you, Sunnil, you little ray of sunshine you.

(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Tue 2 Aug 2011, 14:17, closed)

What happened next?
Did you get a right old telling off?
(natakins, Tue 2 Aug 2011, 14:30, closed)

not at all
next morning when we were out photographing passengers getting off the gangway he was chatting away to us about how great the film was.
the security staff have to do year long contracts so I think he was as glad as us to get to see the film. maybe he thought we had permission to be in there.
(Raol Duke, Tue 2 Aug 2011, 14:46, closed)

Fantastic!
*click*
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Tue 2 Aug 2011, 17:19, closed)

there's a reason photographers are hated
Last year we were on the inaugural cruise of the Azura. Outside cabin, balcony..... shedloads of money for the privilege.
The photographers are everywhere..... when you get on... when you get off... dinner... events.
you are frightened to go in any of the ship's public toilets in case one of the photographers offers to "capture the moment with a picture"
(essexfriend, Tue 2 Aug 2011, 20:00, closed)

i worked
for the same company who supplied the photogs on Azura and I have to admit I kinda agree with you. But that was our job. The company were money hungry bastards who made us pester the passengers relentlessly. I only did the one contract then left cos I didnt agree with their tactics.

still not an excuse to talk to someone like they are shit.
(Raol Duke, Wed 3 Aug 2011, 15:13, closed)