The last missing village idiot happens to be our illustrious double barrel named Member of Parliament (MP) who is voted for by the residents of the area we have lived in for over 25 years. In addition to theoretically help…Read more
Although I travel a lot, I never really learned to embrace the experience of traveling. I find it tiring, boring, wasteful, dangerous and thoroughly unpleasant. Occasionally though, “stuff” happens that stops me dead in my tracks in disgust, shock, amusement or plain disbelief. This blog is about telling some of these travel stories, which are largely true but with a certain degree of embellishment on my part.
A few villages in the UK are wondering what’s become of their local idiots. These drooling, mumbling, good-for-nothing morons are missing from the pubs, streets and Central Squares of their little hamlets. I think I found out where they are….Read more
Many years ago I travelled to Baltimore, USA to attend a strategy planning brainstorm session. In fact, I was running the session with a colleague from Baltimore and we spent weeks organising, planning, setting up; I was sure it would…Read more