Well, sometimes I have been known to work for my crust. My colleagues appear by now to be competing to make an appearance on this blog, Georgia complained audibly today that she’d never been on it — whereas Boris has, once before (in November 2011, a picture I still like). So there you go G — you made it…
This (on the right) is Boris, one of my colleagues from Moscow (see October 23-27), visiting Manchester for a couple of days. He is well into his 60s but has a 6-year-old daughter, which I find kinda sweet. A nice guy, if you don’t enquire too deeply into what he did in the Soviet era.
I also quite like Manchester’s German-inspired Christmas markets, which achieve the (for me) astonishing combination of being both highly Christmassy and yet not twee nor over-commercial. I like this shot because of the stallholder’s pleasant look of satisfaction as Boris decides whether to get a gift for his daughter.
Being 42 