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The world hopes. (Mostly). Can another despotic regime be about to see the beginning of its end? [update: Mugabe at last quit just after I posted this, yet amid the euphoria bites the crocodile-type fright that we’re merely seeing Khrushchev succeed Stalin… …so] Expectations of real change might not

It’s a game played every First Meeting. What would their ideal, perfect, magical purchase entail? In long(ish) form, you hear words uttered something akin to; “If you could have everything and anything, what would your solution look like?” I recently learned that those fancy architects have a name

[http://www.benedictsofwhalley.co.uk/] A weekend brunch in England’s scenic Ribble Valley. My pleasure being the delicious “Bacon & Black Pudding Rosti served on a bed of spinach & topped with poached egg”. Alongside an extra side of – how could you not add it on – fried bread. It

When you feel like Mr Creosote, as the final sweet selection arrives after the most filling of multiple course chinese banquet, here from Singapore’s Sentosa Island. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I used the above pic when helping an Asian tech team fine tune their pipeline management. We aimed to make their funnel

Here’s a quartet of winning insights from the world of screenwriting; They are that we should; focus on endloading, unveil the carnival of opinion, know who is the third and beware dilettantes. I came across them after hearing the always entertaining London film reviewer, Jason Solomons [http://www.jasonsolomons.

I’m no Denier. Far from it. Yet I cannot understand the slant of truly zealous eco-warriers. Made-up stats and preaching portents of armageddon surely hinder, not help, their worthy cause. Then again, nor do I follow how Big Oil and their brethren fail to see what is coming and

In this Remembrance week I was moved to watch a gripping doc [http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2i4um2] on the most “courageous and imaginative” Allied raid of WWII. Under enormous pressure from the German fleet, we simply had to resolve “The Bordeaux Problem”. That was the French city the Nazis

I was a fan of bubbly Italian telly chef Antonio Carluccio and his eponymous restaurants as soon as they appeared in London around two decades ago. The large presence who single-handedly sought to improve upon what he dismissed as Britalian restaurant blandness. With his sad passing aged 80 [http://www.