Happy Third Birthday to moi! What a cruel and unforgiving mistress time is as she relentlessly marches through the seasons (and the years) while we stand still withering and decaying.  Yep, its my party and I cry if I want to.

What have I learnt in three years?  People revel in their own mediocrity (unless of course if it deleterious to their well-being), never underestimate the potency of sexual power, the paperless office if a myth, there is a reason why the ‘old school tie’ endures and I’m a ‘fucking bitch’ (which is perfectly acceptable for admin to inform me of this in front of a client).

There must be an Arts grant buried in all this.  Surely?