Just a quick snap immediately outside my office. Apparently people expect us to work in a factory or something. Guess what, I over look a pond (man-made, kinda clinical, but a pond none-the-less). 

Baseball comes to Finsbury Park. A hot and humid Sunday afternoon watching America's most famous. Gooooo Warriors. 

Mike winds up for another powerball. 

Warriors fought hard all the way. 

The Warriors were playing the Blazers. Something tells me the heat was getting to them... 

Mike winding down after his Warrior's match. No, no, he's not burn at all; Katrin and Gen did that all for him. Two days on and they still scream if the slightest breeze catches their shirt. 

... he ate. Anything but Cheese Doritos, which were too cheesy for the rat-with-a-tail. 

Anyone for Squirrel? He came, he saw ... 

Olli's Hope & Anchor gig. What can I say, very one-on-one. Good acoustics though on his usual set. Also, heaven help the follow-up act who was some Tori Amos, Kate Bush, lounge piano wannabe. 

Erm .. was this the Pearl Jam track? ... [duck duck duck] 

Oli does the 12 Bar Club. Denmark Place, off Charing Cross Road. Strumming his new guitar for all its worth.