Euston Road. I still maintain they look better on a beach in Liverpool.
These railings are above eye level so I didn't notice them until now.
A grey day but a thrill nevertheless.
This morning I set off to work without my glasses. So I had to spend the morning working at my computer in my bug-like Dior prescription sunglasses.
I imagine I must have looked somewhat like Victoria Beckham would in the event that typing is declared the new sex. Well, I had lunch despite having to rush home for my specs, so not quite like Posh.
It reminded me of the day I went to school without my trainers and had to do cross-country in a pair of Clarks lace-ups. The shame. Somewhat to everyone's amazement I won that race.
I was always too geeky and cross-eyed to do well in PE, which was mainly about ball-sports. I'd love to spin that running victory as evidence of latent athletic talent, but in later years I have come to realise that it was all down to the fact that the cool kids would have stopped for a fag. These days I'm cool. Look at me, I am. So cool I wear my shades in the office. Hmm.
Turns out it's not for sale. It's the sampler.
So wrong on so many levels but we couldn't resist celebrating our seventh anniversary with fish and chips.
And they just got on with it.