Don’t Steve me hanging
A stranger approaches you with a challenge. The prize – a free Steve burger. What would you do?
It was the Wednesday afternoon of the regatta and I was taking a few quick snaps when a woman approached me with a challenge.
“Find burger Steve and get a picture of him with the Steve burger sign and I’ll give you a free Steve burger,” she said.
Granted I am a vegetarian, I am also not one to let details get in the way of challenges posed to me by complete strangers.
“Challenge accepted!” I replied.
And so began the saga of the Steves.
First stop was the information centre.
“Where could I find Steve?” I enquired.
“Steve Bryne, the chief umpire?” the receptionist asked.
That must be burger Steve I thought.
“Yes, yes – Steve Bryne!”
He was usually upstairs umpiring but had to nip out to break the news to four teams they would have to re-race. So after a little waiting around and a little fast talking I got Steve Bryne to agree to a swift pic in front of the Steve burger sign.
Alas, it was the wrong Steve but I was “on the right track”.
Hmm, I thought, a stranger got me into this, they might help me out. So I began to ask passersby for any leads they might have into my burger Steve, Steve burger case.
Nothing.
A little disheartened and with the day coming to a close I tried one last tactic.
“Steve?” I said into the crowd.
“Are you talking to me?” Steve replied.
But again, predictably this time, it was the wrong Steve.
To be continued…
