I love mirror.

While it’s true, I am fond of mirrors – they’re very good at what they do – I’m not sure I could say I had a passion for them (in slightly broken English).

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However, if you do have ‘passion for mirror’ you could follow the example of this Belgian chap and create your own pan-European mirror business.

It takes him to all sorts of exotic locations. Like Stevenage.

Kind of a big deal : part 1

LinkedIn. Know it? It’s kind of like Facebook but with a businessy twist. The egomaniacal voyeur in me particularly likes the fact that you can check to see how any people have been looking at your profile. It will even give you a rough profile of the people who’ve swung by to check on your business life story.

This week it’s the same old mix of headhunters and people in similar roles checking out the opposition. But HELLO, who’s this having a butcher’s at my bio? Head at Aardman?

I guess they're just drawn to me.

I guess they're just drawn to me.

Has my unique way with words reached the ears of Nick Park? Will Parking in Stevenage be retired in favour of Scriptwriting in Bristol? Will I bound on to the stage at the Oscars alongside the Old Parkster in one of his ridiculous bow-ties? I’ve not had the call yet, but when he reads this he’ll realise the game’s up, come clean and get me to grammar-check his latest screenplay.

Watch this space.

Staying in Frankfurt.

There’s been a period of silence on this blog, partly because I’ve been away on a short business trip in Frankfurt.

So what’s it like? Here are 5 things you need to know about Frankfurt:

1. Their taxis are beige. Almost exclusively Renault and Mercedes.

Ein taxi, as they say round these parts.

Ein taxi, as they say round these parts.

2. The people are extremely welcoming and courteous. And their English is better than mine.

Evidence of someone from Frankfurt being welcoming.

Evidence of someone from Frankfurt being welcoming.

3. The city itself (the fraction that I saw for myself) looks very drab. Possibly the Allies’ fault for flattening it in the war. Possibly a harsh and uninformed opinion. But none of the Frankfurters I spoke to rushed to its defence either (verbally speaking – which of course is the best sort of speaking).

Frankfurt perhaps at its best - blurred and at night.

Frankfurt perhaps at its best - blurred and at night.

4. Frankfurt International Airport is the European hub for Lufhansa. It is not an insubstantial airport. But the the terminal we were in had 60 gates, all served by a single sandwich bar. That’s about a fifth of a cheese sanger between all of them. I fly to Nimes 2 or 3 times a year. The airport there is little more than a golf clubhouse with an x-ray machine. It has 2 places to eat. I rest my wheelie case.

A view from the only food outlet available to me.

A view from the only food outlet available to me.

5. It has trams. Lot of trams. And most of them seemed to pass about 15 feet from my colleague’s hotel window. Very early in the morning.

Tram with hotel and colleague's room in background.

Tram with colleague's hotel room in background.

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