My landlord’s son, Paul, is fascinated by me. I can tell. And you would understand why; he’s the only boy in a family of four girls (all older) and apart from his schoolmates, and his father who must be …
She sees me into a room, a boardroom. A swanky one. A large dark table stretches across the opulent room. The seats are all high back and they receive your weight with a familiar springy stoicism. One of them …
I’m the kind of guy who makes decisions in his digs. I’m clinically decisive. I don’t wobble and fumble about with decisions. I make tough calls all the time. There are no referendums in my house, no mlolongo system, …
