Saturday 23rd July 2016, 1.55pm (day 1,794)

I love the way these cones also look like flowers — even eggs? I guess all three are more-or-less the same thing.

I love the way these cones also look like flowers — even eggs? I guess all three are more-or-less the same thing.

Last day in Manchester, for work purposes, until August 16th. Let’s note this annual moment in time — the threshold of my summer holiday — with a picture of a rather nice room on campus which, grandiose as it is, seems hardly ever to be used.

Still hot — and still schlepping into Manchester most of the week on non-air-conditioned trains. The summer holiday approaches, but it’s not here yet.
I had a more artistic photo to potentially use today but if I wanted to epitomise the day then this was the one. The sun comes out, the thermometer rises, and a hundred members of Manchester staff and students queued up at the single ice cream van that had the nous to make an appearance on campus.

No political message intended. Anyway it isn’t about ‘left’ versus ‘right’ any more, it’s progress v regress, peace v hate, war and death. Which side are you on, really?

Sunday afternoon at the pub, one of the first pleasantly sunny and agreeable days in weeks. I mean, the world is still a bag of shit, but there’s music, tobacco, beer, sunshine.

Here’s how to play the hat throwing game. Take two four year olds, one hat, and a stairway. Have the four year old at the top throw the hat down to the other. Change places, and repeat for quite a long time.

Not quite the week I had planned, but today was always going to be a day in Manchester. This colonnade — there’s one on each side of the building — is a scene I pass most times I walk from the station to work, been meaning to photograph it for some time, today it got its chance.

I committed to spending the whole day in, working at home, and it turned out to be the nicest weather in some time. Ah well. This guy, at least, got to do some work outside today, up on the roof of the Nutclough Mill.