I’m as anxious as a kid on Christmas Eve, as excited as Tom Cruise on Oprah’s couch and as nervous as a New Zealand cricket fan watching Chris Martin walk out to bat.

In the course of an average working day, I read and write a tremendous variety of material, both on screen and in print. Today, just for example, I was reading about tertiary education policies, by-election results, women’s voting patterns, retail grocery trends in Europe, beer, professional wrestling and the breakdown of the ANZUS alliance under the Fourth Labour Government.  All those topics, apart from the wrestling and diplomatic wrangling, were paid work. [1] Or so I thought.

When I was seventeen years old I was fired for the first and hopefully last time. In my defence, it was not actually my fault.

Virtually everyone in the English speaking world would have been told at some point that “it is always the darkest just before the dawn”

On Tuesday, I watched the gripping, gory and great finale for Game of Thrones Season Three.  Although I discovered the multi-award winning show several years after it achieved cult status, [1] I rapidly caught up through marathon viewing sessions of Seasons One and Two.

Regular readers of this blog will be aware that I have exceedingly strong opinions on James Bond. Last week I officially confirmed that the best Bond of all time was Sean Connery who was well ahead of runner up Daniel Craig.