In a peculiar clashing of worlds, I'm sitting at table, in front of my laptop (thanks again, dkpw), looking for footage of buildings being bombed to nothing in the middle of the desert.

A job I'm not wholly comfortable with as youtube throws up all sorts of footage as you'd imagine.

Alongside this, I'm wholly inappropriately gobbling the most delicately exquisite chocolates, courtesy of Artisan du Chocolat, courtesy of Taste of Edinburgh.

Wrong. So (deliciously) Wrong.