Before I go (and by the way I love doctors and surgeons) I have to render this picture to the world. It has me and Matt White (architect) on what is mutually agreed to be one of the loveliest days of our lives, where we hung around for long periods in a sun drenched Las Vegas car park, then finally helped Julie photograph the Penthouse Club, which was empty of dancers of course. Above there is a classical column, a fire escape, a VIP rope, a marble floor, a shop display and breasts as big as the both of us. I consider the composition profound for our age.