Bristol Museum vs Banksy

Two hours in line, it was worth it. Five hours? Maybe not.

Gastro barbecuing

Rosemary stalks for skewers - that's fancy camping.

So this is camping?

So this is camping, no wonder my parents bought a caravan and we spent every summer up at Pauanui (before it became wanky that is).

Come on, Come on, Come on, Get Through It

This poster was a highlight of my daily, three part commute. It read in my mind lyrically and shot me back to the summer of '99 when I had bought the Best of Blur from the Warehouse and dubbed it onto a hyper yellow cassette to play in my car. The radio was hinky, installed with love by my sister while I was away with my parents in the UK, which may have been the reason she plastered a bumper sticker announcing 'BRAT' on the back of my first car - a smoky white diesel station wagon. I looked like a courier, but I would get hoarse driving home from a crappy house party on a Friday night singing 'Tender'.

The ten o'clock Restricted License curfew saved me from a tragic youth. And that poster saved me from getting impatient when the platform got congested.

Put your hands up for Detroit

Replacement hands are available

Urgent work related materials sent through internal mail

Bribery to do work for an American colleague. Sharing my yanky treat, one team mate used the words 'something from Chernobyl' to describe the taste. More for me then.

Second to one

The origin of stripper names?

Worse than swine flu

Yesterday I came down with the worse case of home sickness to date. There really is no place like home.

Unless I could have all the people I miss here, kinda like visting Oz.
My brother would already be cast as the tin man.

The packing begins

Making a head start in the packing. The new place has cupboard doors on the fridge/freezer, fancy pants, but what will I do with all these magnets and my shopping list?

Rosé for lunch

The only problem with having a quick drop at lunch is for the following two hours my brain turns to wool.

Canary Wharf Security

A demonstration, but I'm not sure what for. Interrupted Thursday night drinks for all the security on shift though.

Nature's Candy

Persimmons? Really?

The fourth plinth from 'One Magic Summer' deck chairs

The fourth plinth

Stall door poetry lives on in Leicester Square

But what does it mean?

Byron the Bulldozer

Clear signage down our street

This is England

It's just an observation, any comment further would sound racist. But this is an accurate capture of the neighbourhoods we can afford to live in.

A believable front?

Southend-on-Sea

Walking on Southend's Pier - the world's longest pleasure pier at 1.34 miles.

In lieu

In lieu of a daily photo from today, here's a month old shot from Nice. Celebrating our engagement, in front of 'our' fountain.

Isle of Dogs

Smiling on our way back from more apartment viewings, we may have found a place to live.

Three thousand shades of grey

Trying to notice the nice parts of our neighbourhood before we get out. Trying harder to ignore the 4-6 police cars and ambulance outside our house on Monday...

You can go first

A project at work that was driving me to drink, finally went live. The client sent through some fancy pants chocolates as a thanks... at around £40 for a box, I'm a little suspicious.

Best seat in the house

Kev and his Aunty Joy

The front room pub

You ask me That Question, and on a Friday of WFH, I'll chill a glass and poor you one for you.