Sometimes when I am in meetings, I imagine I am a robot programmed not to realise I am a robot and if the code word ‘quantifiable’ is mentioned, I will explode. I never do though. Other times I imagine I am a small Indian girl collecting water for my village in brightly painted clay pots.I do not know who David Thorne is or even if he exists, but his blog is so amusing that I have bought his book as a Christmas present for myself:
I always do this to ensure that I get at least one present I actually want. It should arrive next week and I promise not to start reading until Boxing Day.