Lunch at the gastropub over the road from work, on the company. It’s one of the great perks of working here, Battersea Park and the power station being the other ones, of course. Apparently, the power station came in fourth in a recent list of national eyesores in some magazine or other, presumably voted for by the blind, or possibly just the terminally stupid. But either way, I can add another animal to the list: Springbok. Very nice it was too, on an apple and port mash with bok choi and lentils with red wine jus.