Yesterday, marked my last (face to face) meeting of the year. There’s more calls, there’s always more calls, but from here on in, I’m doing business cross-legged in bed in my knickers and jumper, cantankerously muttering about how Michael Bublé is a poor mans Nat King Cole. This time of year is always the same, when we put on our…
This is Sid. He is currently 94 and an excellent pianist whose faded eyes still dance when he finds an opportunity to be mischievous. He recently went to the cooked meats counter in his local supermarket and asked the server: “Do you have chicken legs?” “Yes, Sir” She replied “How do you keep your socks up then?” He giggled in…
If I had a pound for every time somebody told me I make reckless, impulsive decisions, I’d have a lot more money for reckless, impulsive flights to countries that require you take injections to visit them. All my life, people have told me that I am reckless, that I am impulsive and that I don’t plan. I am repeatedly told…