On the tube, I sat opposite this chap with his one legged glasses. He was reading Oliver Twist and making hurried notes. In his black tie and black suit I imagined he was off to a funeral, to give an address.
Eugene has told me a story or two. He’s on the streets and he’s had what I think you a call a chequered past.
It was a summer of performances and this was the highlight: CirColumbia at the Edinburgh Festival. Great fun to draw.
The festival closing fireworks from Ramboll’s fifth floor Princes Street office were spectacular.
A table topping performance from Hearts.
Watching food being prepared; a bit of a show.
It’s the end of the summer, so there’s quite a high turnover in the office. The students go back to uni and the next lot arrive.
I took Dougie down to Derby and wore him out.