Saturday 19th December 2015, 4.20pm (day 1,577)
Second of five days in a row where I guarantee I am not going beyond the home — pub — shop axis. Time to dig into some creative corners; I’ve had my eye on this door for a while.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Pub doorstep
Friday 18th December 2015, 5.20pm (day 1,576)
Friday night in the pub – the world outside passes by, but the working week (a 6-day one for me) is over.
Kim at graduation
Thursday 17th December 2015, 3.20pm (day 1,575)
Congratulations to all my students who graduated from the class of 2015 at today’s ceremony — and indeed to all students everywhere, who work bloody hard, you know.
Shoe, St. Peter’s Square
Wednesday 16th December 2015, 9.00am (day 1,574)
Why? Why are there abandoned shoes in this world, particularly just one of them, and particularly with a heel like this, right in the middle of Manchester city centre on a Wednesday morning? Who knows, but let’s make it number 3 in this occasional series…
As good as it gets (for mid-December)
Tuesday 15th December 2015, 4.15pm (day 1,573)
Very, very far from being a satisfactory photo but it does sum up a terribly dull, grey and dark day, in which very little happened of note. Thus, the turn of the year etc etc.
Outside Bush House
Monday 14th December 2015, 10.50am (day 1,572)
So many advantages to coming down last night instead of this morning — no 5.30am alarm call, and the chance just to amble through London streets and see what came into view. The monumental Bush House belongs to the London School of Economics, but I was just passing. I love the tableau made by these guys. Is the one on the right missing out?
On the train to London
Sunday 13th December 2015, 2.30pm (day 1,571)
I have a day’s work to do down south tomorrow, and it was easier (and cheaper) to travel down this afternoon rather than getting up at 6am tomorrow morning. Though as my single-serving companion reflects, it’s still a good opportunity to grab a kip, even if one is trying to do some work on the Mac, while drinking a glass of wine (note: wine not paid for by British taxpayer).
The aliens from the planet Kohl Rabi
Saturday 12th December 2015, 11.10am (day 1,570)
“Bzzzt. Frpppp. Bzzt. Calling Purple Leader. Calling Purple Leader. We seem to have been captured by the humans, after a disastrous miscalculation of scale.”
“This is Purple Leader. I think I can get my pseudopod in place, and flip the ship over. Then they’ll be sorry…… Ah, sod it. What does ‘£1.00 each’ mean anyway?”
On the escalator
Friday 11th December 2015, 12.05pm (day 1,569)
Specifically, the one connecting the vast conference space at the Celtic Manor with the equally vast lobby and vast spread of guest rooms. Did I mention it was a vast place?
I over-exposed this one when I took it, but then I just ran with it, there are some nice shapes and lines here. I like the way his legs have almost disappeared.
Celtic Manor hotel
Thursday 10th December 2015, 8.45am (day 1,568)
The view from my room this morning. That’s the Bristol Channel over there. Not the most exciting photo I know, but at least it captures a mood.
Being 42 