I'm taking a rest from moaning about pointless things in London today - mainly because I've still been too lazy to go out and take photographs of examples.
Instead, I can write about yesterday evening. After work, we went to a pub nearby, in order to say our final goodbyes to Steve and Matt. We went to Extra-time, one of the most rubbish bars nearby. I'm not sure whose idea it was! Probably Steve's - I suspect he thought he'd have one final laugh at us before he goes! 
I don't have many photographs from the evening, and the ones I do have I don't know who photographed them - it wasn't me! I think my ancient camera was passed from person to person, and when I downloaded them to my computer, I saw what you can see below!
As with all the photographs on my blog; if you click on the photo, you will see a bigger and clearer version of it:
Me, the Genius Czech, Petr, and Kevin.
Kevin and Nick.
Me, and the Genius "Petr!"
Dan and Steve.
And finally Sam, demonstrating to a bemused Marta, the fine art of sipping a drink like a girl, through a straw in the side of your mouth. 