The Roaring Silence...

Sorry for the silence - I've been on holiday.

I could have asked someone else to post for me during my absence but, to tell you the truth, there is simply no one of my calibre available to create the kind of riveting content to which you have become accustomed. And there is certainly no one here who would dare attempt to emulate my awe-inspiring literary prowess.

The simple fact is that you're used to the best. There is no substitute for me, and I wouldn't insult you by leaving you to suffer the scribblings of some insipid hack.

Actually, things have been a little tense since my return. I tried to explain to senior management how much they had missed me. I also tried to explain that it was high time I was given an office of my own. After all, a creative force of nature like me simply can't function in stifling surroundings. Our offices are still encased in a cruel, soul-crushing cage of steel, as you'll see from the picture below.



See what I mean? How can an artist be expected to work in such an environment?

They asked me what it would take to placate my restless creative spirit. Actually, I think the way they phrased it was: "What do we have to do to stop you whining?", but I knew what they meant.

Well, I described my needs: peace and quiet; freedom from the bustle and noise of the busy marketing office; solitude...

"Should I look for a suitable office to let?" I asked.

"No, you're all right," they said. "We think we have the very thing."


Some people actually seem to find that amusing - Yes, Stanley and Angela, I do mean you. Don't think I haven't heard you snickering.

Hah! You'll miss me when I'm gone.