Tony Blair, The Man In Black and Dolly

Yesterday Raekoja plats (town square) in Tallinn was teeming with police. Down every winding side street there seemed to be three or four policeman stationed. As the afternoon progressed Katie and I were seriously starting to wonder what was going. Perhaps the Mayor was going to put in an appearance at the Christmas Markets.

Then we wandered up another street and were greeted by about ten policeman. "This probably isn't the best way", we both agreed and turned back towards the square. On the square, at a side street a little further down a hubub was breaking out.

"I guess we're about to find out what all the activity is about," I said.
Then a car with an English flag on the front of the hood appeared.
"Maybe it's the Queen," Katie said jokingly.
"Surely the Queen travels with a bigger motorcade than that."

So somebody alighted from their vehicle and we scrambled through the throng as they started to do a lap of the Christmas markets. As they turned at the tree and started walking back we got a side view of the ambassador or other dignitry that seemed to be at the centre of the fuss.

"Kate that's, that's, that's Tony Blair." And so it was. None other than the architect of the Third Way himself. George Bush's favourite limey bum chum, the Great Swindler. But before I could think of anything witty to say about missing WMD's I was closer than the yashiva student was to Yitzak Rabin and only armed with a camera.

So there you have it, the second most famous person I've ever photographed (after Madonna). Oh a Johnny Cash was playing in the background, and Tony walked by a small sheep that was a dead ringer for Dolly.