Another stinking hot day. Cicadas screaming in the trees as I rode to work.
The ITS Christmas lunch was held today, three hours of fun and excitement and a short speech. A sit down affair in the University club, with too much red wine and undercooked rissoles — OK, the ones I had were raw. A truly revolting feeling biting into a mouthful of luke-warm raw mince under a burnt crust.
What started as an accidental photo of the back of a colleague’s head turned into a minor challenge — to capture portraits of the entire Communications and Networks group, from behind. Not sure how successful I was, or even if I can identify them all now I’ve got them!
