World events, the activities of our politicians and the possible impacts here in the Land of Oz leave me with much to talk about, but where to start.

As regular readers of this column will know the managing director and I don’t mind a bit of travel, preferably of the comfortable variety.

As our nation lurches from one crisis to the next it’s hard to focus on any particular challenge, much less contemplate solutions.

A quarter into the 21st century, I’m reminded how often we panic first and think later — and how most of our great misfortunes never actually happen.

I find modern society highly amusing. I think it’s because I take some twisted pleasure in observing demonstrable stupidity.

I recently did something dumb. Well, to be honest I am constantly doing dumb things but let's focus on one particular event.

As some of you may have observed over the years, I have a tendency to see the glass not just half empty, but cracked, with a fly in it, and ready for the bin.

Too often relationships fail for reasons that should have been apparent once the initial rush of lust and excitement had passed.

I’m fascinated by those who can negotiate effectively, and this month’s missive pivots on this very skill.

Given the truly frightening prospect of a Labour / Greens minority government it is the case that things could be worse.

Needless to say with time to kill, the If It’s Flooded Forget It mantra sprung to mind. Do the same rules apply to a 130 ton road train as a 1240 kg Corolla.

It's almost as if motels in remote locations know that they are in the middle of nowhere and need to make the basics great, while hotels in amazing places feel no such imperative.