The TLS on the move

I know that most people who read this will think of the TLS as a newspaper (or, at least, I hope you do... and I'm pretty sure you'll be already planning to give several gift subscriptions for Christmas . . . it would solve the present problem those awkward literary types, wouldn't it!). 

Well (plug over), this post is to remind you that it is also an office. For the last six years we have been in Grays Inn Road, which has been extremely convenient for me (as it's in walking distance of both Kings
Cross station and Profilebooks, my publishers) ... but a bit of a temptation too, as its also in wlaking distance of the restaurants in Exmouth Market. Anyway, we are now moving back to Times HQ in Thomas More Square (picture on the right..more reports to follow, I havent actually been there yet). 

Last Friday was the last day at the old office. And at the top you have the TLS equivalent of the "survivors' photo". There's (ed) Peter Stothard making sure his assistant and office suprema Maureen Allen doesn't escape from the picture. You can also see me, Alan Jenkins (propping up the door), David Horspool, Robert Potts, Rupert Shortt, Toby Lichtig (at the very back) and Anna Vaux! (Some of those links are a bit aged ... let that be a lesson to you TLS people to keep your online presence up to date.)

Anyway that is the state of the office as of last Friday -- all being boxed up for a speedy weekend move. But meanwhile, yes, there is paper to get out. So here you have a team of valient literary journalists carrying on, while the office collapses around them. 

Here you have Ms Vaux, finding the strain is getting to her a bit.

And here on the right is Jim Campbell, who seems to have escaped the survivors' pic.

And Adrian Tahourdin another escapee, but here he is, below left clearing his shelves (a bit blurry, sorry A).

Then there is Rupert, smiling through.

 

 

 

And the men working away at their "island"

 

 

 

Not to forget Maureen in her office (looks like the heating's been turned off already). So everyone, when you pick up you TLS as usual, just think under what conditions it's been produced. The literary journalistic equivalent of blitz spirit.