A very belated Happy New Year to all my readers (particularly the one in Alaska, I will be sorting out that Canadian passport for you in a short while, much easier now that I am providing services to HMPO - fraudulent passports ed).
The end of last year came at a rate of knots that simply blew all my free time away, leading to this post being my first since November (really, November, wow - surprised ed)
Left the contract at HMRC near the Southbank (which for all my Instagram and Facebook followers has caused the dramatic drop in photos of St. Paul's - not Blogger ed), for various reasons, mainly because the office I was to work in was moved from the 6th Floor on Stamford St, with views of sky and interesting buildings (possibly even views of St. Paul's - but don't let anyone know - St Paul's promo ed) to a sub-basement in perhaps the ugliest building I have ever seen (might be some bias here - but there windows were 30ft up, few and far between and unbelievably also barred. Felt like walking down into a dungeon - ed)
Having worked in a sub-basement before, for a couple of months for the Home Office a couple of years ago, I wasn't prepared to so that again. Bit of a wrench (well huge one), as loved the team (Digital Digital Digital Contact - or the DC team as I managed to get it named - DC if you hadn't noticed being my initials! - self promo ed), the work, the building, the location, even (weird but true) the commute. Time enough to read, snooze or even write (many of my previous blogs have been done on the train, as some of the asides might show - ed).
For those who have been following me via Facebook and Instagram, you will have realised that I am now working at the Royal Pavilion, Aldershot (sadly a mistaken mistype made it Aldershit - which would be most unfair, but perhaps slightly true. Honestly I am trying to find all the interesting bits to photo, but it is oh so hard! Having to focus on the sunrises, sky and trees - as very few interesting buildings - ed).
The photo's of the Red Elephant Tusks and the history of the hunting to the brink of extinction of the Red Elephants, as part of Queen Victoria's Summer entertainment, have been quite a hit (according to the Instagram statistics - ed). Seems I get many more comments and likes on Instagram and Facebook than here. Not quite sure why? Can you tell me why? Go on - comment or like or retweet (whatever that means? Can you retweet a blog post - or maybe it is just share, with your friends - or if you don't want to lose them, with people you don't like - promote the blog ed)
Now that the journey to and from Aldershot is finally becoming more of a routine and I have more substantially more time in the morning and evening due to the enormously shorter commute, I shall be buckling down and getting on with Anguish in Aberdeen - V for Vendetta (As the Beatles put it so well, "Yeah Yeah Yeah" - when will that one get done - ed)
After the difficulties in getting down the stairs at Terminal V (see Anguish in Aberdeen IV - ed), the next stage of the story (don't you mean extended blog post - confused of Aldershot ed) gets me up to Aberdeen, after the short term loss of my phone, more interactions with "security" and the struggle to find my way from the plane at Aberdeen airport to "Arrivals", at the small, but oh so perfectly formed terminal building (being the last one off the plane, as I wasn't in a hurry, then having no-one to follow led me into the wrong kind of entrance and yet more chats with ground staff and the neverending supply of "security" staff. One can see why we have so many people employed on the Living Wage, they are ALL security staff at airports, car parks, office buildings, retail outlets and to be quite frank - every where I look - ed)
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