For one of my assignments to get my photojournalism qualification I did a story on a local character, Darren McCubbin from Sale. The weekly writing challenges prompts us to describe a character who is in our life. Though I no longer live in Sale and I wrote the article on him in 1995, he is the one person I would say is a character I could describe with clarity. So here goes.

At the time of writing the article Darren had won the world title for town crying, a great achievement to say he hails from a city of only 15000 people. After speaking to Darren it is clear that the stage and town crying was something he was born to. Darren has a commanding presence even though he is not overly big in stature.

A portly frame would suggest a very rotund person but Darren is not beefy at all, he is just portly. Though height wise he stands below six foot he has the presence of a person of stature. Vivid blue eyes with an impish sparkle provide a great insight into a colourful and fun person. A genuine smile conveys a desire to make others smile.

In full town crier regalia Darren is in his element. A bright blue outfit complete with frilly shirt, white stockings and buckled shoes is topped by the incessantly ringing bell. Don’t get too close when he is in full cry, your ear drums will think they have been at a Metallica concert.

Darren was the Mayor of Wellington Shire, where the city of Sale is, and is now a councillor and putting his powerful voice and presence to good use.

English: Darren McCubbin

English: Darren McCubbin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



I held you close for one last time, just as the funicular reached the terminus. This was the first time in our lives I had the courage to tell you how I felt. I know the timing wasn’t right, but I got the feeling this would be the last time we were going to see each other, so I just had to say it.

We were born 2 weeks apart and have been constantly in each others company for the entirety of our 18 years. I had girlfriends through high school, but soon left them when they couldn’t get along with you. Just as I am sure your boyfriends jealousy drove a wedge between you and them. None of them understood what we mean to each other.

Now you are leaving, off to see the world and study in Beijing. I know you will make good with your life and be all that you can be. I really don’t know how long it will take me to get over you, but I know that it will be equally hard for you. Though, from what you have said you have never felt anything but brotherly and sisterly love between us. I know I shouldn’t feel the way I do, but I can’t help it.

I just wish our fathers were not brothers.