Hitman versus ninja … Round One.

I suppose the office ninja must adapt to its environs. Not much good being ‘silent but deadly’ if you need to attend meetings and present financial reports. Cut to: boardroom, morning, somewhere in Australia. Office stiffs populate a large table, sitting upright in their ties and specs, Mont Blancs at the ready. In the corner, a ninja. […]

Hitman versus ninja … game ON.

Working in an office is akin to being a hitman – never sit with your back to the door, always be aware of impending threats and never lose your cool. Consider me at the top of my game. I’m livin’ by the rules and stayin’ alive (à la John Travolta). I’ve worked in many an office (yeah, I’m bitter) […]

What’s with the frikkin tie, man?

There’s a dude at work who looks like Clark Kent… if Kent were a European office stiff of insurance proportions, sans baby curl. Euro Kent is six feet, square-jawed, with hair that emulates a dark, wavy sea. He’s as noteworthy as a blank sheet of paper. The spy in movies who becomes the ultimate jackal, because he looks like everyone and no-one at all. […]

‘I must break you.’ Ivan Drago

I met this guy called Vinnie, who was everything you’d expect a Vinnie to be. His hair stood on end, as if he was hung upside down, even when he was right-side up. He had puppy-dog exuberance, a ‘mad hatter’ grin and a face which said, welcome to my party. He was a breath of crazy, slapstick fresh […]