Tito Mboweni in Default ModeI am busy scribbling away at the nefarious second installment of the diabolical trilogy on the credit crunch. It’s the one about who is to blame and should be a big hit, what with us being bloggers and readers of blogs. Blaming for us is like blaring for a chairman when an impertinent shareholder dares to utter sedition, yummy! Speaking of which, here is a little something to tied you over. I was on an evaluation of a Saturday school programme over the weekend. The kids had recently completed an exercise on the seven deadly sins. Guess who got chosen as the brand spokesperson for ANGER!? Be amused.

Author

  • Once, while his greyhound from Washington D.C. to San Francisco was on a breakfast stop, Terence Beney met an American princess from an all-girl pre-law college and a forty year old man who was heading back to his trailer (parked in his parents back yard) after breaking up with the girl he met on the internet because she wanted to have a threesome with another guy. It was the best conversation he had ever had, so he jumped his bus and snuck on to theirs instead. That used to be his speed. Today Terence is a social scientist earning a living as a partner in a leading research consultancy, but his grand ambition is to win the Nobel Prize for infrequently published minor poets. If Zen Buddhism had a devil, Terence would be it: he is too deeply invested in everything he has no control over to ever achieve anything other than the opposite of transcendence (scendence?). Which is why he blogs. Things have clearly deteriorated.

    View all posts

READ NEXT

Terence Beney

Once, while his greyhound from Washington D.C. to San Francisco was on a breakfast stop, Terence Beney met an American princess from an all-girl pre-law college and a forty year old man who was heading...

Leave a comment