I was feeling generous. So, I offered a temporary work experience position to the magazine. It could shadow for the day, and learn the ropes of being me.
Here we are at the start of the journey. Angry at the morning commute.
The magazine's getting into the swing of things - just look at those eyes.
8 o'clock. On the District Line. And sure enough: there's my piece. I forgot I wrote that. Happy days.
I wonder whose shoe that is?
Towards the end of the journey, I realise there's a large piece on my favourite topic: Matthew Hoggard. Look at the handsome fellah.
It's lunchtime. I decide to take Hoggy with me. We head down the King's Road.
We go to look for sandwiches. The Hoggler spots some nice shoes.
After a honest day's work is complete, it's time to rush home.
And reward ourself with a lovely cup of tea.