The Golden Turd

As it has so unkindly been nicknamed: St James Centre, Edinburgh. 
I nervously paced up this lane way back in 1979 for a Civil Service interview, and joined Her Majesty's Inland Revenue shortly after. 4 years that lasted: it was not for me. Had I stuck it, I would be retired with a hefty pension by now, but then again maybe not, as depression can fairly shorten the lifespan. :)
Extra: the old (background), and the new. 
Edinburgh is awash with memories for me, but so much of it has changed, they're patchy. :-)