Sunday, 17 April 2011

A vision

I envisage that at some point in the next fifteen years I shall one day find myself face to face with an American businessman, maybe in London, maybe in Seattle. He'll be chubby, in his fourties, sporting short-cut spiky light hair and wearing a checkered shirt and a dark tie. He'll look at me through his glasses and say, excitedly, "Let's do lunch!".

I'll have made it.

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