So there I was ( a few years back) sitting crouching down on the carpet, on the floor, hurting my knees, my back. Typical photographer ailments. Gordon Brown was talking away, orating away, talking business, talking percentages, talking policies. Me, I was shooting away, and I noticed that every so often he’d do this little thing with his fingers, making this sign. So I think to myself, if I shoot enough and get the correct angle I could get him looking through, a view of the eye of the Chancellor, a man with an eye for figures. And sure enough if you shoot enough you’ll get what you want. Maybe. I was lucky. Gordon Brown today gets what he wants, the keys to No.10 Downing Street.