June 2, 1999
The right to remain silent
Ok, so maybe, just maybe I got a little carried away.
I was in full battledress when I left the house. Attitude like a peacock's plume, a
T-shirt tight enough to make me self-conscious (and therefore prone to defensive
arrogance) and I was pumped, primed and ready for battle. There was no way I was going to
let someone deflate me and reduce me to a pile of self-doubt. No way I was going to
subject myself to my own barbs of war just because someone had got the better of me. There
was going to be none of that!
I was tripped up by my own assumptions.
We had lunch, talked a little and agreed to talk some more. I didn't eat, I was too
busy swallowing my pride and eating crow.
As for the less egotistical news, yesterday Branson fired Shane. This is very odd to me
in a few ways, but then again, not too far from my own predictions of late. Not personally
for Shane, but rather the fact that he is a part of a consultant firm that has been
brought in to administer the network.
Bah, this isn't going well, I am rushing to get to bed in time and trying to chat on
ICQ at the same time.
Long story short, I knew last night was ridiculous and was served a large helping of
|Old sins cast long shadows.
Taken from July
1998, talking about my visit to Melissa in Naugatuck...
"We went for dinner and I was introduced to the delights of
the deep fried onion which is something that I will never forget, and the SKORT. Please
see my section on
"Things I absolutely cannot freaking stand" and you will understand my
abhorration towards these fakes of the fashion world. We watched the Polio Monkeys on TV
and generally had a quiet time."