It is hard work being incorporated, not least due to the statutory requirement to start keeping all the pieces of paper that one encounters during a typical working day, instead of putting them in the bin immediately, as normal people do. "How long do I have to hang on to all this stuff?" I asked my accountant, irritatedly. "Well, by law, a minimum ( Read more... )

I am supposed to be doing all sorts of important and business-like things, such as preparing work breakdown schedules, putting together estimates, and submitting proposals, but in fact all I have managed to accomplish so far this year in terms of activities which might feasibly be construed as productive is purchase a lever arch file, the intention ( Read more... )

There will, apparently, be an extra second interposed into the normal countdown to the New Year tonight, supposedly to account for the slowdown in the earth's rotational period due to the languorous embrace of the moon, although this does appear to me to be an suspiciously romantic explanation for what must, when all is said and done, be a simple ( Read more... )

"Sclerotic habituation? What do you do, just pick words at random from a thesaurus ( Read more... )

It is a comfort to be surrounded by like-minded people, which is I suppose one of the reasons why we become increasingly irritable, inexpressibly discontented, and generally more crotchety with age. Our friends and our relations grow, like ivy, into the cracks and crevices of their own individual experience and circumstance, shaping themselves over ( Read more... )

I am still trapped in the hazy limbo that exists between having been on holiday, and being back in the day-to-day, a netherworld characterised by a vague sense of dissatisfaction, and a general reluctance to do anything in particular. Yesterday I was too bored even to look out of the window, since I knew that all I would see there would be Worthing ( Read more... )

"You have to make sure you write in it every day, otherwise it won't work" said my sister, when I announced that I was going to start a web log. I nodded in agreement, which I have always found to be the best approach when people suggest things to me, whilst privately resolving to continue to do as I had originally planned, and only write in it ( Read more... )

As I have mentioned previously in this weblog, I do frequently suspect that I am being subjected, by some presumably malevolent entity, to far more than my fair share of bizarre and inexplicable encounters when, as necessity occasionally demands, I venture out of the safety of my flat into the wider world. I do not specially seek out the company of ( Read more... )

"Would you be interested in coming along to one of our get-togethers? They're quite fun, we have a few drinks, and chat about philosophy ( Read more... )

Fond, and in the main approving as I am of luxury, I feel there is a point at which it becomes a mere parody of itself. This dangerous tipping point was reached during my visit to Venice last week, when I discovered that the leather-bound menu I had been presented with contained not, as one might reasonably expect in a restaurant, the selection of ( Read more... )