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I was ill, and Jim came over and cooked some dinner. English winter darkness enveloped the garden beyond the patio doors as we tucked into our chilli. Jim was also tucking into another Guinness – a nutritious drink which allows him to crush his enemies. All was cozy and relaxed, when a howl came from […]

I started to read “The Selfish Gene” on the train yesterday. I was pleased to see that one of the forewords included a reference to it being a good book to read on a train. I felt smug and optimistic, and started to read. It turned out to require concentration, and slightly more than I

I knew I had made the right decision to leave my job. I left about six months ago, and returned to see my ex-colleagues in London last night. The occasion was Scott’s leaving party – a long serving Australian of fine calibre. It was great to see all of the old faces – to tap