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I have left my job due to a particularly nasty bout of papercutitis.

In preparation for a new life of cold-calling and sales-talk I woke early this morning and sat through Glengarry Glen Ross, Wall Street and Boiler Room. I’ve re-read my copy of “How to Win Friends and Influence People”.

I went out for a jar or three to celebrate last night and ran into what seemed to be a Brussels Bloggers Convention. Tippler, Zoe, Aunty Marianne and Daphne were all there. Somebody asked me “what do you do? Are you a blogger?” If you’d asked my grandfather that, he probably would have punched you.

I went to Planckendael Zoo. Although the bonobos and bongos were worth it, it put me off kids for a while.

I’ve asked Tom to redesign Kim Bah Lee (the website, not the person). As soon as it’s done, I’ll recommend him heartily.

I’ll already recommend a friend’s new business. Roland of White Riders has opened SkiidyGonzales. If any of you are near Geneva this winter, give him a call.

Thought that might catch your attention. Not me, alas, but a recent visitor to the site. I was going to post an image to prove it but the internet’s broken. It does worry me that this particular search should lead to Kim Bah Lee in the top two results, though. Miss Goody - I never asked for it.

Today I got up late, had a cup of tea, thought I’d lost my passport, then found it again.

Tomorrow I shall probably do something similar, hopefully not lose my passport, but buy some travel insurance.

Life seems to get crazier the older I get.

Just back from a weekend in London. Hung out with three celebrities. Well, I say hung out, I mean met. I say met, I mean saw. From a distance.

John Inverdale in shorts. Jade Goody looking hot. And Mark Mardell, who I previously slagged off here for moaning about the shopping in Brussels, walked in on me at Waterloo station when I was taking a dump, having forgotten to lock the door.

Sweet.

The UK is still full of rat-faced youngsters being aggressive and folk who wear tracksuits outside of the gym, but they can be largely avoided if you pick expensive restaurants and don’t use public transport.

Oh, and men are wearing spray-on jeans.