Taking the opportunity of my European business trip, getting reacquainted with one branch of the family's Germano-Belgian roots (family legend has it that a certain paternal grandmaternal paterfamilias decided to become Anglo Saxon after losing the family house in gambling in a drinking house in a little district now in Belgium), I am pleased to say that the extremely expensive scans I have to do have once again confirmed the cancer is seen off.

Pity, though that the various batter of expensive tests also indicate I seem to have acquired a bit of neurological damage that is turning out to be more persistent than expected. Well, small price to pay for dodging the bullet. I shall have to resign myself to being "Twitchy" in the near future.

Now that vacation season is coming, not for me as I have deal to package up - with an insane amount of gearing, but hey, I wasn't the one that conceived of the gearing - I shall have some more commenting time. Should have more space as well to indulge my fancies as I shall be engaging several summer slaves (that is, interns) to abuse researching various whims and ideas for new markets.

However, the new top regional performer and turn-around office gets to be indulged, until someone stabs him in the back. That would be about 3 months I would say, as I rather madly said in the half-year conference call this week that I was fairly confident of hitting my numbers. I doubt I can, but my immediate big boss was singing the praises noting I close 50% of upcoming quarters business in the first two weeks of the quarter. Of course, had to, since we have Summer and then Ramadan, which utterly fucks the Third Quarter.