I had to scope out a venue today, so I found myself on London’s South Bank in the early afternoon wearing a suit. I detest wearing a suit, but there’s still a juvenile sense of adventure in entering a large corporation’s tower. You feel a bit like a spy. The nametag I had to wear even made me feel like some kind of FBI agent. It’s these little games I play by myself that are the only things that keep me sane in my job. When I got home I made Most Incredible Stir Fry™ using pears. Who’d have thought?