This is the view from the Library at work:
This is the view on my way home:
I love this city.
Also! Now I've worked out how to get photos off this dog-awful phone camera (I've only had it since 2008), a selection of other daguerrotypes are presented for your edification below the cut. Most of these were sent as text messages at some point.
Vodka Martini constructed according to James Bond's exacting recipe, as specified in Casino Royale. It's pink. James Bond is, apparently, a big pansy.
(Or maybe I should be using Lillet Blanc, but Ian bloody Fleming never tells you that.)
Now this is more like it. The perfected sazerac.
I hate what the flash is doing to my hand here. I look like Lieutenant Commander Data.
Once I'd got the hang of the austerity drive, I went through a phase of showin' off my excellent dinners to stormsearch. Here we have Hoad in the Tole and... carrots, for some reason. In the background there appears to be another batch of Yorkshire pudding batter. Perhaps I was experimenting.
A ‘making of’ shot. Dumplings being steamed, egg fried rice being egg-fried, and two different types of experimental bread (Bovril and Marmite, as I recall). Also at the back left you can see how far I got into that bottle of Kina Lillet before giving up.
 Plug in the cable thingy, and penelope instantly pops up with a window telling me I've plugged in a medium with digital photos, and offers me a selection of various free photo-manipulation software packages I didn't know I had. Huh. That was straightforward. I love Ubuntu.