2011 — 8 November: Tuesday

I'm about to turn in1 after an excellent meal in "The Black Rat" preceded by a glass of wine and a successful demo of the Tablet PC to Andrew, followed first by coffee and then by the testosterone-rush that is "Point Break". I must admit, I'd forgotten quite how cheesy some (rather a lot) of the dialogue was, and quite how porcine some of the acting. But Lori Petty was extremely easy on the eyes.

G'night.

I never hesitate to...

... say "I told you so" when the "you" that I told was me. And I've been telling myself some of this...

What has happened over the past 30 years is the capture of the world's common treasury by a handful of people, assisted by neoliberal policies which were first imposed on rich nations by Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan.

George Monbiot in The Grauniad


... from some time before I eventually found it necessary to buy myself a book by Robert Hochheiser called "How to work for a Jerk" — and that was in August 1987, while on holiday in Guernsey many safe miles away from my somewhat bizarre manager in IBM. (That was the one who told me, during the annual raindance otherwise known as a performance appraisal, that I lunched with the wrong people.) Robert Hare's more recent "Without conscience" was an eye-opener, too.

The day is...

... showing unmistakable signs of getting away from me. It's already 18:50 and a rumble in the tum demands attention despite the delicious lunch at "The Wheatsheaf" followed by an afternoon visit (to those Siberian Forest kittens that own Len) for a cuppa and some file and video exchanges. Not that the weather enabled much else, actually. It's been cold and drizzly for the most part.

  

Footnote

1  It's 00:55 after all.