If there is one lesson that stands out amongst all of the things that I have had to learn over the past year and a half of starting up this business, it is, without doubt, the art of failure.
When a man leaves you alone in his home for the first time, what do you do? Lie in bed, watch TV, do the washing up - or have a good snoop? Let’s face it, the offhand mention of his last girlfriend has ignited your fascination.
When I first read Alain de Botton (The Art of Travel), I was almost jealous. It never occurred to me to write about why so many elements of travel hold such allure, such promise, and cause such deceptively seductive grass-is-greener syndrome.
There is a ripple of excitement every time a new play by David Hare is out. It's the yearning for the wise man of the left to yet again show up the devils of this world for what they really are.
Not for the first time was Resting Banker Girl (RBG) opining on the uselessness of most of this city’s (world’s?) so-called recruitment agencies.
The problem with going out and having a good time is that sometimes you have too good a time. And the only thing worse than going to work is going to work hung-over.
I work in the City and I know we are a Capital in the midst of a Credit Crunch. They are two words beginning to haunt me in my sleep. But we all have to go out sometimes.
At least the rain has stopped. But it's reminded us that summer is officially over, and we need to start planning for some winter sun.
Will Rako's years of hard work finally pay off?
This time last year some of us were there. Unaware and unsuspecting, witness to the collapse of Lehman Brothers from within its mighty walls, and the aftermath that ensued.