I was given a grilling once by Margaret Thatcher. It lasted the time it took to get from the ground floor in Selfridges to the 4th floor – say, 6 minutes, tops – but it was ample time to make me a) feel a bit stupid and b) re-evaluate what I was doing with my life....
A switched-on chap called Jon Potter of Remote Interpreting came to my office recently. He was there to talk about VRI (Video Remote Interpreting). He showed me a website that was selling what appeared to be a ‘segway’ with a screen moulded to the...
It’s been a national holiday in France, so I had a chance to catch up on some reading. I have to admit, it wasn’t as much fun as I’d anticipated. This has been a growing feeling, of late, where I’m either confused or a mite underwhelmed by new authors. It...
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