Our recent bank holiday weekend didn’t go entirely to plan. It started off well enough. Mrs Oz and I spent several hours in the garden, as planned, starting on our latest project, the details of which I won’t bore you with. ...
During a recent, admittedly somewhat one-sided, conversation with Barney (see '20/20 hindsight', 'Not what it seems', 'Horses for courses' and 'Paws for thought', amongst other previous blogs), after a couple of glasses of wine, I have to confess, it struck ...
I recently spent a week in Sofia in Bulgaria, with a colleague, helping a client with some business continuity exercises and tests. The work went fine and, as expected, an assortment of successes, gaps, suggested improvements and follow-up actions were identified. ...
Returning home from a recent client visit, I arrived, after a long, tiring drive, to find that I couldn't open my front door. Whilst previous occurrences were due to me forgetting to take my door key with me, I had ...
A chap I know likes cars. "Likes" is, in fact, a massive understatement - he's fanatical about them. And he particularly loves having a new one to play with, which is quite a regular occurrence, because he changes his cars ...
I can't believe it's already more than a month since the Easter weekend, the subject of this blog. As so often happens, I started writing it shortly after the event, but then other priorities conspired to prevent, or at least ...
I recently had the misfortune to have to book a doctor's appointment. Nothing serious, I hasten to add, just a minor ear-related inconvenience, but it did warrant seeing someone slightly more medically qualified than the one current and one lapsed ...
I write this blog with a heavy heart. Regrettably I have to inform you that the sock situation at Chez Oz (see 'The odd problem') has, after an all-too-brief respite, suffered something of a relapse. In fact, it's taken a ...
My favourite room at Chez Oz at the moment is the downstairs cloakroom (I refrained from using the word loo, as in the title, lest you think me common). I've spent a serious amount of time in there recently. Not ...
I have a drawer where my socks live when they're off-duty. Doubtless some of you reading this have a sock drawer too. And, like mine, yours probably contains the odd odd sock. There are, at any given time, up to ten ...
Long time no blog! I've been a bit of a busy boy recently, with one thing and another and, as a result, I'm afraid I haven't had much time to indulge my blogging habit. I've half-written a few but haven't ...
Is it just me? Is it really? In a scene somewhat reminiscent of the supermarket painkillers fiasco (see "Is it just me (part 1)") I recently attempted something equally ridiculous - I called my dentist to book an appointment. Yes, it ...
Pre(r)amble Before I start I feel I should make two important points : 1) If you're expecting a serious, academic blog containing a reasoned argument backed up by empirical evidence, you've come to the wrong place; 2) I was asked to write 500 ...
I've come in for a bit of stick recently from some of my readers. It was fully deserved, admittedly, but a bit unexpected nevertheless. Nothing terrible, I hasten to add, it's just that questions have been asked. Interestingly, it wasn't ...
A couple of weeks ago we reached a significant milestone in the Oz family history, when we transported number one son (number one as in the sequence in which they arrived, as opposed to any order of preference, I hasten ...
I started to write this blog some time ago, but I didn't get around to posting it, or finishing it for that matter, because it was overtaken by my blog about some other watery exploits. Which, as it happens, also ...
Last week I paid, quite literally, a flying visit to Dublin to meet a prospective client. The trip presented me with two opportunities. First and foremost, the possibility of some new business, but also the rare opportunity to sample "the ...
I've not long returned from a trip to the supermarket. Not my favourite activity at the best of times, I have to say, but I usually manage to get through it without having to have an argument. Sadly, not today. It ...
My favourite Italian city is Venice. It is this week at any rate. Until this week, and for the past year, my favourite Italian city was Verona (see 'A night at the opera') and up until about this time last ...
This week saw a significant milestone in the Osborne household and, regrettably, one of my worst fears realised. Yes, my younger son was officially proclaimed to be taller than me! It's not as if I didn't see it coming - he's been sneaking up ...
Last week I was in the Alsace region of France (a very nice part of the world I must say), conducting a business continuity health check for a client. I’m pleased to say it all went very well but there ...
