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I feel very revolutionary doing this. I'm usually all about the words. It was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be narrowing down all the choices to just 12 and there is no theme to speak of. I just took photos of things that took my fancy at the time. The reason for the delay in putting these up will become very clear once you get to the end. 7.53am: The war paint I apply before I head out to face the day.  8.50am: The stairs I take every day taking me to the west bound platform of the tube line I travel.  10.36am: Stan the Suicidal Viking and The Pig. They have permanent residence on the shelf above my desk.  10.47am: Latte, nectar of the gods.  2.00pm: The desk. This is where the magic happens.  5.04pm: As I was walking back to the office from a meeting in another building, I spotted these and was cheered by the fact that there are still old-fashioned red phone boxes out there.  5.15pm: Flyposters doing their thing on a derelict building near the office.  5.26pm: My desk, my magnets, my rules. I think it's a thing of beauty, don't you?  6.43pm: After work drinks in the sunshine. Poncy foreign beer not obligatory.  8.59pm: Chilled white wine. Any other way is not acceptable. Unless it's two bottles of chilled white wine.  9.01pm: Marcus has left the building. And all he left behind was a sad empty pint glass, a crumpled fag packet and the bill.  12.32am: The long journey home. It's fuzzy, a bit like my head this morning.  Post a comment in response: |
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