True story - I was running around Canberra taking these architectural shots with my fat SLR, big lenses and tripod, looking more conspicuous than I like (being a very shy type), when this guy approached me and asked whether I wanted to take his photo. He looked homeless - unattractive, overweight, threadbare tracky dacks, old sloppy joe, trainers and briefcase - but had this air of confidence about him.
"Uh, okay," I said, snapping off a picture. Because I'm a nice person, okay? "So, do you want me to email this to you?"
"Sure, I'll give you my business card."
Really? I thought. He pulled out a card, inspected it then put it away and pulled out another, flipped it over to look at the other side. "Oooh. Don't worry about that other side."
One side was printed blue with a white hotmail address. On the other side was another email address, hand written - luv-you-do-me@....
"You probably know what that's about," he said.
"Yeah," I said, meaning No, and I really don't want to know either.
"Okay, enjoy your photography!" he said as he walked off. I still have no idea what it was all about. Skin is still crawling at the thought.
I googled his hotmail account. It turns out he's a crazy who has been stalking Monica Lewinsky's twitter account from Canberra, and trying to get 60 Minutes to interview him. Clearly the cards were prepared just in case he happened to run into the ex-president's ex-consort at O'Connor Shops.
To be honest, I'm guessing this guy is probably schitzophrenic, and as long as he's not hurting himself or anyone else he's probably fine skulking about being eccentric. He's clearly survived on his own since 2001.