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Not the sort of behaviour one might expect from someone sitting next to a radiator seemingly disconnected from any thermostatic control. Perhaps his desk fan was set too high.

I quite like fire alarms in the office, partly because it gets everyone out in the nice cold fresh air for a bit and partly because it provides the ideal opportunity to photograph vaguely-willing subjects in better lighting than is usually available inside the building at this time of year, even when seated right next to a window. Unfortunately Livvo was getting a bit bashful (possibly exacerbated by having to wear the day-glo orange tabard of the Offical Fire Warden) and was moving around a bit too much. I'd have preferred a picture which recorded the beard he's finally starting to properly try out (which he will hopefully resist shaving off just because it's getting into the itchy phase) but seeing as he failed to notice me reaching beneath the desk to get my camera (an action which he now usually anticipates before I've even started) on this occasion he only had time to look up but not subsequently look away. He's slightly blurry about the eyes but if he wants to complain about that he'll have to sign up and sign in to comment, something he is still compelled to do if he does not wish to be seen as reneging on his part of a deal.

I was a day late to catch it on a big big screen but even on a smallish big screen Palme d'Or winner The White Ribbon is still very much worth catching, especially when absolutely everyone in the auditorium is completely silent for the entire 2½ hours' duration. Very nice to look at, reasonably gripping/intriguing and the odd moment of comedy, often at the scary weird crap people used to believe (or try to get others to believe) about which the scariest thing is that some people somewhere still believe similar things and still try to spread such ideas.