Although I Played A Lot Of Computer

We Have Become So Obsessed By Numbers And By Bottom Lines That Beauty And Truth Has Been Knocked Aside.

Management Gurus In General Are, I Think, Best Avoided. All Too Often They Reduce Your Working Life To A List Of Rules To Be Followed. Targets Are Aimed At. Goals Kicked At. You Then Break The Rules Or Forget Them And, Hey Presto, You Start Beating Yourself Up.

I Suddenly Realised, Hey, I'm Not A Lazy Idiot, I'm An Idler! It's Something To Aspire To, It's Part Of The Creative Process! That's Fantastic!

Life Has Been Reduced To A Series Of Long Periods Of Boredom In The Office Punctuated By High-octane "experiences" Which You Can Rack Up On Your List Of Things To Do Before You Die. That's Not Really Living: That Is Slavery With The Occasional Circus Thrown In.

As The Son Of A Feminist Mother, I Grew Up With The Idea That Work Was A Sort Of Salvation For Women As It Would Give Them Freedom From The Domestic Grind. Now It Seems Work Is A Form Of Slavery, Undertaken Out Of Apparent Compulsion Rather Than Choice.