Friday is a fish day

Travelling light today, works booze fest is tonight - and if last years is anything to go by I'll be lucky to remember to take myself home never mind a camera, or bag, or jacket, or... you get the idea.

As part of this sensible approach to a liver destroying event I also took the bus to work, leaving the bike at home (now, this is a very sensible idea, I have cycled home after works do's before. Once).

That meant I saw the very brief stunning sunrise along Great Junction Street - the first time I think I ever thought that Great Junkie Street was beautiful - and also the staff of Welchs' fishmonger getting ready for the day.

It was grabbed through the manky bus window, a fleeting instant observed and grabbed by my wee abused compact, that will probably be abused even more tonight.

Though not as abused as my liver.