The Myth of The Basement Office

Plato, eat yer heart out. I admit, I attracted some attention when I took this picture. The general understanding among my colleagues in this central London basement office was that I obviously had something on the brain. Indeed it suggests much that might seem strange, unmanly, or vaguely foreign.  Or - to put it another way - sunshine, cycling, and Outside.

But then, I'm weird. I even leave the office at lunchtime.

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