My dad wouldn’t let me become a lawyer. Strange really, for a Jewish family but after twenty or so years seeing his forlorn face coming up the drive way after another trudge through the City, I wasn’t even tempted. A passionate and endlessly curious traveller himself, my dad had a long unrequited dream of becoming a travel agent. [...]
A journalist wrote to me recently asking if I’d be interested to give some negotiating tips for a magazine article. I probably shouldn’t leak anything here before I know whether my submission was accepted but my gut feeling is that it wasn’t. I submitted rather a chaotic rant of a summary which isn’t going to [...]
My earliest experience of middle-management was with my boss, R.D. (not his actual name), the enduring memory of whom is his pasty drunken gaffaw against a backdrop of chinking bottles. The chinking bottles were on his very person. In his shirt pocket. These miniature shorts are the type of which you wonder at when you [...]
