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Regular readers of this blog will know that I'm a big fan of sporting endeavour, of giving your all in the pursuit of glory. And, if that glory comes with an Olympic medal attached to it, then so much the better.

Two weeks into the New Year and it all looks like it's going you-know-what up.

I think I'm supposed to vaguely connect this blog with the day-job, so: Tennis courts need building and, by implication, require building materials that have to be supplied and delivered by someone. A builders merchant, for example.

When you see the animals in the neighbourhood wandering down the road in pairs, you know you're in trouble.

I'm back on the Green Deal again.

When I first joined BMJ, way back when, I found myself in something of a minority.

Zero inflation. Wow.

Customer service. We all talk about it. We all go on about how it's the thing that makes the difference between our business and our competitors'. We all like to think we give it. We all like to think we understand what we mean by it.

Goodness what a mess. May be I'm old fashioned about these things, but I'd like to think that the chap in the top economic job in the country had a rather better record in getting his sums right.

A tweet to my local paper (the 21st century equivalent of Dear Editor, I suppose) was moaning about some event or other that had been cancelled or curtailed because of "Health and Safety gone mad".