Friday 1st December 2017, 4.05pm (day 2,290)
The Sam(uel) Alex(ander) Building is the one next to mine at work. Sun setting when leaving work already — but there’s still three weeks for the nights to get longer yet.
Being 42
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Tag Archives: University of Manchester
In University Place
Tuesday 28th November 2017, 9.30am (day 2,287)
She’s about to stand up, so this was my one chance to get this picture — hence, it’s fiercely cropped and could be a lot sharper. But…. I still kinda like it. You can’t really go wrong with rimlight like that.
Engineering campus development
Thursday 23rd November 2017, 2.40pm (day 2,282)
OK, I know, I know, Manchester, building site…. But, at least, a well-lit one. With piles of red things that look like some big kid’s construction set. In the end, that’s what this is anyway.
My colleagues
Wednesday 22nd November 2017, 2.05pm (day 2,281)
I’ve worked with all four of these people (Susan, Gary, Mike — and, on screen, Marilena) for quite a while. Which is why we probably all look so excited at the prospect of a two-hour meeting with each other…. Only kidding.
Walking home
Thursday 16th November 2017, 5.10pm (day 2,275)
It gets darker and darker in the evenings so going home at this time feels later and later — even if it is the time most of us drones go home from work, of course.
Dying off
Thursday 9th November 2017, 3.30pm (day 2,268)
Today’s picture might have been of the Christmas markets being built in Manchester — but November’s not yet ten days old, for pity’s sake. A remnant of summer is preferable, even if it is mostly deceased. What it was doing out on this table in the afternoon, only the Contact Theatre Café knows.
IT helpdesk
Tuesday 7th November 2017, 1.55pm (day 2,266)
How many IT helpdesks round the world look like this, I wonder? Still, they did help. On an iatrogenic problem, though.
Proteins priced individually
Wednesday 18th October 2017, 10.20am (day 2,246)
“Hi. I’d like the chicken caesar salad, a potato salad, and a plate of glutamine synthetase, please.”
“Certainly madam. That’ll be £3.50 for the two salads, and we have a special on glutamine synthetase today at just £2.50 for a plate. Unless you’d prefer an orotidylate decarboxylase wrap, at just £1.95?”
Oxford Road (under ominous skies)
Monday 16th October 2017, 10.00am (day 2,244)
I know I did this one yesterday, to some extent, but hey, it’s a different spot with added gold. Ominous skies all morning but although it’s got very windy this evening, major stormy weather doesn’t seem to be brewing up. Which is a good thing, seeing as thirty years ago today (16th October 1987) the village I lived in at the time, Rotherfield in Sussex, had its 500-year old church spire blown down by the massive storm that hit the south of England that night.
Outside the Manchester Museum
Tuesday 10th October 2017, 4.15pm (day 2,238)
Today, 10th October 2017, is the 26th anniversary of my coming to Yorkshire to stay for a short while, and never leaving. But here’s a picture from my workplace in Lancashire: a better attempt than the rather boring shot from last week I think.
Being 42 