Birthdays can be brutal

It would appear that since December 28th last year the earth has managed to spin round the sun one more time; something apparently even the most right wing of governments haven't been able to fuck up. (Though if there was some some sort of cash incentive involved they'd have been on it like the proverbial car bonnet.)

Amongst my prezzies opened so far has been a meet and greet with one of the greatest broadcasters of the modern era: James O'Brien has, almost singlehandedly, been keeping me (and millions of others, I'm guessing) sane via his LBC morning show for as long as I can remember. And as you can see from the above photograph, my love affair with Sheffield's modernist architecture continues apace. I can see myself spending a lot of time up there next year.