It’s too bad yesterday’s assignment was a photographer’s nightmare.

I was to cover the Oxford election count which, at first mention, didn’t sound half bad: Bustling townspeople, maybe a rousing speech here and there, well dressed politicians going apeshit — you know, it wasn’t the Super Bowl, but I still had hopes of something I could work with.

What a joke.

First, the technical difficulties: The town hall was a yellow, tungsten-ly mess. It started at 10:30 PM, so there wasn’t any natural light to soften the features and brighten things up. The (admittedly beautiful) cathedral-like ceiling made it difficult to bounce off light from a flash, and the glossy, coloured walls were an equal pain.

Future brides and grooms, here’s a tip when you’re looking to book a wedding venue. Want wonderful pictures you can cherish for years and years? I have one word for you: Light, light, light.

Light is what makes people beautiful and light is what makes beautiful people in photos beautiful.

The best photographers know how to use light effectively, whether this means capturing a sunset or using multiple flashes to light you up for a portrait.

Finally, let’s not even mention the fact that Press was confined to the balcony — about 20 feet above where all the action was.

This was the final nail in the coffin, you see, since my longest camera lens wasn’t quite sensitive enough for the lighting, while my other lens, the one sensitive enough to capture the light, wasn’t long enough to see all the way down. Yech.

Now when I said ‘action’, I was actually referring to three hours of the most boring proceedings known to man. I mean, let’s reiterate: they’re counting votes for Christ sake.

By the time they finished, the senile politicians were half comatose, and even the winners could hardly muster anything more than a squeak of acknowledgment.

During this time, I was running around trying desperately to find something — anything to photograph, all the while being harassed by security who were so bored they insisted on pestering me (Puleeeeze, what is this? The US presidential elections? Half the people in this town have no idea elections are even going on.)

Then at midnight, I gave up with trying to cover the politicians and instead turned my attention to some of the more interesting aspects of my surroundings — the equally bored, equally tired people who were, for some inexplicable reason, milling around on the balcony.

Good lord, I’m never covering politics again.

By the way, this may just be the ravings of a deluded mathematician on a lonely Friday night, but is that shot of the bare-shouldered girl like, the sexiest thing ever?