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Last, and first, wills

Wednesday 22nd October 2025, 12.35pm (day 5,172)

Wills, 22/10/25

No attempt at artistic merit today, but this was, I suppose, a significant event and worth documenting. Along with a couple of witnesses, Clare and I gathered in her room in town (hence the various accoutrements in the background) to sign our wills. I have made it to 56+ without having troubled to write down any wishes regarding what should happen to my estate once I finally stop doing this blog…. sorry, I mean, die. But here they are. I am sure there are no big surprises within either one, but at least it is now officially unsurprising.

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The courtyard

Tuesday 21st October 2025, 12 noon (day 5,171)

EWB courtyard, 21/10/25

The courtyard within it continues to be the only truly nice thing about the Ellen Wilkinson Building, my place of work for the last 20 years and, more or less, three months. Will I miss it when I finally do manage to leave? Probably not. But it can look nice, at different times of the year.

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World’s biggest spark plug

Monday 20th October 2025, 9.15am (day 5,170)

Post Office Tower, 20/10/15

The Post Office Tower, as seen from room 337 of the Farringdon Travelodge — this morning, but also the last three mornings. It definitely looks like a spark plug, though — or possibly, some bizarre toy (let’s not go there, though).

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Sunday activity, Clapham Common

Sunday 19th October 2025, 10.55am (day 5,169)

Clapham Common, 19/10/25

There are, always, worse things to do on a Sunday morning — as long as it isn’t raining, and the showers just about held off until the match finished. Not that the players of either Mala Vida (which I’m sure means ‘Bad Life’ so perhaps it’s irony) or Parthenope FCs responded to my attention by being able to score a goal between them. But hey, the backdrop was pretty good.

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Soho, on screen?

Saturday 18th October 2025, 6.10pm (day 5,168)

Soho by night, 18/10/25

A day of work, even though it was a Saturday. Then, an attempt to find a quiet corner somewhere for a post-work drink — not necessarily easy on a Saturday night in Soho. But this pub on Charing Cross Road just about managed it, and afforded many people-watching opportunities through the sash windows. I pick this one because it has the feeling of being a still from a movie, and Soho just has that feeling of being a movie kind of place.

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On the Central Line

Friday 17th October 2025, 6.35pm (day 5,167)

Central Line portrait, 17/10/25

Once more, London. I spend far more time here now than I ever did when I actually lived down south. This portrait came about because of noticing the bendiness of the windows on this Central line train. A kind of Daliesque thing? A little bit, anyway.

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Self-portrait in Homers

Thursday 16th October 2025, 1.40pm (day 5,166)

Homer slippers, 16/10/25

Can I go any lower with the self-portrait, in various ways? Rembrandt, eat your heart out. Once autumn really kicks in, the stone floor in our kitchen gets too cold without some form of protection.

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Condiments

Wednesday 15th October 2025, 12.35pm (day 5,165)

Condiments, 15/10/25

Life remains unexciting and I doubt this is going to change in the near future. At least lunch was taken somewhere new. The rebellious spark in me wants to just swap a couple of these around. Not rearrange them totally — that would be messy. But, yin-yang style, maybe exchange one of the mayos with one of the ketchups. Doubtless someone would spoil the effect by putting it back: they wouldn’t be able to resist (not if they were anything like Clare, anyway).

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Outside the Sports & Social

Tuesday 14th October 2025, 2.50pm (day 5,164)

Sports & Social entrance, 14/10/25

A nice combination of shapes and textures on this one I think. Not that I am commenting on James’s texture. He’s just having a fag.

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Shoe crossing

Monday 13th October 2025, 10.00am (day 5,163)

Shoe crossing, 13/10/25

It may be yet another abandoned shoe (why is there only ever one, not two?) but dammit, it can still make its own way home. Of course, it isn’t really moving. But I guess the illusion is there.

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