If you don't read Martin Lukes in the FT on Thursday you really should. In this weeks' column he decides to email Richard Branson...great minds think alike... " I realise that obviously your diary is pretty charged, but I would be delighted if your office could contact my office to find a window for us to riff around a couple of mind bullets of mine re carbon footprints." Mr. Lukes apparently gets an immediate and positive reponse with an invitation from Branson to "dialogue". Hmmm. I don't think so.
Feeling a touch under the weather today. Something to do with several glasses of port and a fat cigar late last night. But no rest for the wicked. Off to a "Dress for a mid-life crisis" party tomorrow evening. My great plan was to wander in with a 20 year old stunner on my arm, but, strangely, Sophie vetoed the idea. Talking of 20 year olds, things on the Hen front have been pretty quiet this term. She claims to have had 12 credits and discovered a passion for art which is keeping her out of trouble. That said, she was back for her first leave-out last weekend and brought a friend with her. Lucky she did, because it took the friend to remind her, as they were returning to school on Sunday evening, that she had still not packed her school uniform. 12 credits or not, I must say, it is quite an acheivement to have survived the first three weeks living in other peoples clothes.
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