My boss is a pretty good guy, but he’s the type who gets stressed easily. I think it’s because he manages to involve himself in virtually every aspect of his company, down to the kind of level of detail which strictly speaking he doesn’t really need to worry about. Well, on Thursday night he had ... [More]
I just had a tooth taken out. (Sorry, should I warned in advance that this diary entry contained dental content?) It’s not the most fun thing to do, I admit. Not my favourite way to spend a Saturday morning. Probably not yours either. Oh, sure, I had a choice. I could either have my top ... [More]
Last night I went out to dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s with a bunch of people I used to work with. We ate, drank and were merry, and then walked out onto St Kilda Road to find our various ways home. I suddenly started to feel really queasy, and said so. We were just about to ... [More]