every human being in the United Kingdom suffers from a fatal condition – being alive

“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.”

I think my skills match your requirements

One of my key drivers is expertise - motivation (Shein)

I have a good track record of assuming responsibilities above and beyond the call of duty

I pride myself on being able to build rapport quickly with new people

33rd floor talk about temptation


- what's the point of a window if you can't jump out of it

not to put too fine a point on it

Give the elbow

Down the Swannee

Artists Eyes

Dad bought us a model Globe - it meant the world to us

Dignified in defeat

Here at Brest on the River Bug—travellers who wish to rest overnight may stay in the Hotel Bug—stands the final frontier of the European Union, an abrupt and total stop to that strange, postmodern empire of deliberately forgotten history, bureaucracy, and subsidy. The EU may dream of one day incorporating Ukraine and even Turkey. But Belarus? I don’t think so. The place is too troublesome and unpredictable. An inhabitant of Brest—provided he was on nobody’s death list and was generally lucky—might have lived in five different countries in one century without so much as moving house.

In this disputed city, just by the Polish frontier, are the ruins of the mighty fortress of Brest Litovsk, built by the Tsars, acquired by Pilsudski’s Poland in 1921, taken back by Stalin in his pact with Hitler in 1939, conquered by Hitler in 1941, retaken by Stalin in 1944, the property of an independent Belarus since 1991, and who knows what next?