ronmalibu

Friday 21:00, Room 602. Ron’s mother: Would you fetch me a cup of tea from the bar please? Ron: Sure. I’ll bring it right back. Friday 21:05, 6th floor corridor Ron arrives at the door with a cup of tea and a plastic cup of red wine for his efforts. Ron’s keycard will not open […]

I am in a hotel three quarters full of white-haired old dears. Most of the white-hair belongs to the female of the species, outliving their partners seems common. I was reminded of the fact that cruise ships, another magnet for white-hairs, have a spare kitchen pantry assigned as a morgue for all those whose mortal

Value is a relative thing to me. I wouldn’t sell my grandmother, that’s not what I mean. Imagine you have paid the same amount for a shared service as some French person. The amount of service you consume relative to the French person tells you who gets the best value. Value for money is relative.