Trying to explain why a consultant I'd worked with had made himself None At All Friends, this analogy popped into my head - and right there when I needed it and not on the train home. Which never happens.
"No," says the consultant, "you gave me twenty quid to go to the bar. Now I need money to buy the drinks."
Sunday, July 30, 2006
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