Bitterjug’s blog

I was updating my CV today: an interesting experience that entails, essentially, writing an identity statement. I was proud to be the person described by the previous version, but I suspect that what it says is simply not polarized in the same direction as the filter applied by the agencies through whose web-sites I have […]

Last weekend I went to see Prince at the O2. I’ve managed to grow up without knowing much about him, when I was a kid he was just some little pooftah playing music I didn’t understand. I knew enough, however, to expect a good show and, besides, it was Nic and her sister who got […]

I’m sitting on the Eurostar; late at Waterloo. It’s a shame we’re late but that’s not what’s annoying me to the extent that I am prepared to whip out my laptop and write this entry.
On the floor next to me is a piece of paper, about a third of an A4 sheet, printed […]

Cristina, who gave me this, left the office last year, but there are still some cartoons on the wall behind where Franck now sits. This morning I had a look at them and this one leaped out at me:

I’ve given my notice here and come September I will be back in London so I’m already […]