Several weeks ago, during an extended whinging session at the markets, Daniel came up and mentioned that he'd spent the last couple of hours attempting to separate some cameras from the tangled rats' nest formed by their straps. It was a very quiet Saturday (even for a Saturday at the markets), and I'd left my book at home. Looking for a way, any way, to pass an hour or so, I volunteered to help extricate the cameras. My reward was to pick any camera I wanted. Most were your run-of-the-mill 1980s/early 1990s point-and-shoots, nothing interesting, until a bulky blue brick-like shape caught my eye.
The Ricoh TF-900! Sounds like some sort of robot from the Terminator, doesn't it? It's slightly larger than my trusty Olympus Trip 35, but still fit into my shoulderbag without a struggle, so I tested a couple of rolls in it.
There are more photos in my Ricoh set on Flickr if anyone's interested.