Last week I was sitting in my cubicle minding my own business, when Larry the Lurch came trundling past with a trolley. The load was covered in one of those scary (but super useful) grey blankets movers tend to use. It slipped a bit and there was a flash of bright colour. ‘What ho?’ says I to Larry. ‘None of your beeswax’, came the reply. Talk about waving a red herring in front of a carnivorous...

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