This is an office building in London. My wife works here. I can sometimes be found out front, waiting to take her to lunch.
Today I took this picture, because
I'm planning to blow this building up and would like something to remember it by. (I'll wait till we're safely at PizzaExpress; suicide bombing spoils my appetite.) You can't really blame the man in the fluorescent bib for rushing over as I was snapping the shutter. "You'll have to erase that," he said.
"I'm not erasing it," I informed him.
"I can call the police," he informed me.
"Call them," I suggested, having already emailed the photo to the head of my cell, who hasn't figured out how to use Google Earth.
We chatted for a bit. I told the man in the bib that I wouldn't take any more photos. Then I crossed the street, if only to escape his jurisdiction.