A week in Canary Wharf

I visit the FTSE head office in Canary Wharf in February for the first time. The executive p.a. put me in the worst hotel I have stayed in in a long time. The pool was the size of a Jacuzzi and there was no Internet access in the rooms. I called it the Best of Britian for its chintz and sleaze. The hotel art was even rude and low grade.

This shot is of a neo classic statue in front of our office building. The statues around Canary Wharf look like Etruscan mummies, with body parts strewn in front of building entrances.

It's eerie around there at night. All the financial professionals have left and it is quiet and void of much other intercourse other than the Thames.