Pronounced as "I Write" - unutterably unctuous, plausibly perspicacious
This is not, repeat not another blog about flying, and the funny things that happen at airports. OK it is a little, but I’m using it as an example, or a metaphor so it’s alright.
Budget airlines have been responsible for turning several accepted norms on their heads. Easyjet and then Ryanair popularised the model [...]
I’m going to rewrite my blog from yesterday, as when I reread it, it was crap – badly written and too lengthy. It seems I’m not the only one, as very few people read it. Here’s the potted version. Ahem…
Because I’m a recruiter by trade, I judge everyone I meet in a clinical fashion. [...]
Or, how I came to be in the wrong place at the right time.
This isn’t a funny or peculiar story. I’ve retold it countless times, but never written it down, until now. In 1984, when I was 18, I spent a second summer season working in the hotels of the Isle of Man. As [...]
I make no apologies for this being a blatant plug. Hold on, hold on, don’t stop reading, you’ll like this. My wife Luciana is Italian, and I have a large extended Italian family of in-laws. Most are in the UK, but several have returned to the “old country”. They’re barking mad, but I love them [...]
