The King of all that he surveys...

I went to meet a certain bigshot lawyer for a story. His lackey shows me into the hallowed office at the end of which was a large desk and behind it - the man himself. And after the initial pleasanteries in his upper class 'i say' accent, he suggests that we talk on the phone since he has clients waiting and doesn't want to waste my time hanging around. All the while I had a hard time suppressing my laughter for he kept taking mini breaks to puff on his fancy hookah. Between the accent and fancy room and the hookah...


Btw, the Beret has returned and has been blading all and sundry..except, for some inexplicable reason, ME! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the status quo continues.

The Return of the Beret...

The bad news is that the Beret is coming back soon. Way too soon. Worse, he’s on my GTalk list, so I cant put up my tracker Beret statuses (statii? What is the plural of status?). and he got there cos he had this clever plan of having a writing workshop for the poor sods in office (including us hapless folks who report to him and so have no choice in workshop participation). He decided to send a proxy email asking about who’d be interested in said workshop. And guess who was the unwitting patsy for sending the email?