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I’m secretly rather enjoying my new desk. We’ve moved up from the third to the fifth floor, and I’m sitting by a window that gives me a panorama of the rooftops of London. I half expect Dick Van Dyke and Julie Andrews to pop out of a chimney with two soot-covered children and start singing the chim-chimeny song.

I took a few pictures and stitched them together, but after shrinkage the details are a bit poky. Nonetheless, from left to right I can see Senate House, the University of London building on which Orwell based his Ministry of Information in 1984; the roof of the reading room at the British Museum; the famous glass gherkin in the city, looking sparkly and clean among he grimy grey blocks of the Barbican; the Grade II-listed eyesore that is the towering Centre Point and, finally, the elegant London Eye, turning slowly in the sun like a roasting hog on a spit.

And if I wander out to the other end of the floor, I’m standing in the shadow of the BT Tower, which until 10 or so years ago was so secret that it didn’t appear on any maps, despite the fact you can see it from about 20 miles away in every direction.

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