There was a time in my life when I used to get the FT on my desk every morning. It wasn’t exactly essential to my job, but it made me feel important, and I used to flick through it in a somewhat desultory fashion. The only things I consistently read were Lucy Kellaway and Martin Lukes. Imagine my surprise on discovering that the Martin Lukes column is actually written by the fabulous Ms. Kellaway. To give you a mild flavour of the wonderfulness of Ms. Kellaway see extract below on childrearing which the best dressed diplomat forwarded me from Ms. Kellaway’s article last Monday:
1. We cannot all have deeply marvellous husbands. if you do not happen to have one, do not worry: a marvellous nanny works just as well.
2. Make sure you have got a lot of money. Not coping when you have money is a lot easier than not coping when you
3. Take care over the genetic make-up of your children. Seven placid ones are a lot easier than one volatile tearaway.
4. Never wonder if your work-life balance is right, never read books about how others cope. This will only make you anxious and guilty.
5. Always try to renew your children’s passports the moment they expire. If you have to do it in a hurry, then try to get their names right.
6. Except in emergencies, avoid helping your children with their homework. The idea is that they learn the periodic table, not you.
7. Above all, remember that socks can be a huge source of stress. Six collections of socks can make the life of
the stay-at-work mum a veritable nightmare. I have found that if you abandon the bourgeois convention that people need their own socks, or that the two need to match, life is very, very much easier.
And good news, I see from my friend the internet that [Lucy’s Kellaway’s]�book.. Martin Lukes: Who Moved My BlackBerry(TM) is published in July 2005 by Penguin. Hah, Harry Potter eat your heart out, I’m off to pre-order on Amazon.
on 10 June 2005 at 11:16
I’m sure of course that you assured himself that Number 1 wasn’t an issue?
on 11 June 2005 at 13:45
That is tragic. I always prefered Martin Lukes. And now that’s gone… and I am full of existential dread.
What’s real, I ask myself. Is anything?
A similarish sort of 20six revelation has recently played out here. And yes, I was surprised. To the point where now I am adrift in a sea of doubt and anxiety; could Waffel really be Locotes in digital drag? Could KateEvans have a beard and a big (beer) belly? Could missmorgan be american? Could BratChild be just a shallow makkie-up? Or worse. Could I be fictional?
What a thing to do to a guy’s Saturday!
on 11 June 2005 at 15:08
Negrito, yes, why do you ask?
Locotes, of course.
Jack, that’s funny. I like the idea of being Locotes in digital drag…
on 11 June 2005 at 18:28
Ah ha! So is that an admission? 🙂
on 13 June 2005 at 11:55
Handily enough, I like the idea of waffle liking the idea of being me in digital drag.
on 13 June 2005 at 17:00
Is this getting a bit metaphysical?
on 13 June 2005 at 17:05
hehe.. because i might come around in a few days , thought you could have good adresses ! 😀
on 14 June 2005 at 21:21
Well, what kind of addresses are you interested in? I can do restaurants, certainly…