A Radiant Patch

I had to use a devious route back from Cheltenham today owing to an outbreak of horse racing at the local track. The weather was on the gorgeous side of acceptable so I sidetracked myself down to the Saxon chapel at Deerhurst.

I was lucky that I had one of my favourites models with me. He's quite happy to trot back and forth and take up any sort of a pose (within the confines of decency) and asks for little other than the occasional coffee and a good fry-up on a Saturday morning. Unfortunately, as he'd be the first to admit, he's not the most photogenic of creatures and the upturned collar on his coat hides a multitude of chins.

So there he stands, apparently warming himself at a sunny window, bathed in a soft glow, surrounded by one thousand-year-old stonework. Take off the coat and he'd freeze to death - the deception of a winter sun.

Workplace

I spent ten days in the Bahamas earlier this month working on yet another poker tournament. How exotic, you might think! Unfortunately not. This is where I spent up to seventeen hours a day. What is more, where I'm sitting is actually a corridor. I'm facing an identical wall to the one behind me - a wall of beige. Also the carpet comes with its own health warning.

The banana is my attempt to prove to Pixie that I eat fruit when I'm away from home, rather than hash browns and pizza. Obviously this is unbelievable.

Smooth Operator

And a Happy New Year to all.