2.08 pm: One of the dimly-lit 19th century corridors at work.
Whenever I pass this particular corridor (which is at least twice a day) my internal jukebox starts playing The Dark of the Matinee by Franz Ferdinand. Although I don't work in a university the lyrics seem fitting somehow: find me and follow me / through corridors, refectories and files / you must follow, leave / this academic factory - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2rp3XAlrRo
