Our eyes met and he glared coldy at me. His nose still had plaster where I had broken it and there was some a bandage around his neck. I was remorseful, but then he had invaded my privacy.

I had been taking a walk with my girlfriend in the park when I saw two quick flashes. I turned just in time to see someone slinking off into the trees. He had a camera in his hand and he took another shot of my face.

Leaving my girlfriend standing by herself, I gave chase. He was not a good runner because I easily caught him in less than ten strides. I seized the camera from him and hit in in the face. The force of the blow knocked him flat on the ground.

‘What’s the meaning of this?’ I asked. I took out my flashlight and shone it on his face.

He couldn’t have been much older than twenty. His eyes darted every which way in confusion and I knew he would attempt to make a run for it. He had his hand to this nose and was whimpering in pain.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked.

‘Samuel,’ he replied.

‘Tell whoever you work for that I don’t like my pictures being taken without my permission.’ I said.

I ripped the film out of the camera and handed it to him. He took it and ran off, his hand still holding his nose.

‘You broke his nose,’ my girlfriend said when I caught up with her.

‘He deserves it,’ I said bitterly. ‘If I knew this was what it meant to be a celebrity…’

‘You can’t escape them forever,’ she laughed, linking her arm in mine.

The fool sued for assault – or shall I say, the sleazy tabloid that employs him sued me.

I caught his lawyer’s eye and he was frowning. The case hadn’t gone well and the case had just been dismissed.

The teenager walked up to me and growled, ‘Fucking nigger. Next time you’ll get someone your size.’

I fixed him with an unwavering stare until he walked away.