The Return of the Death of a Thousand Breakfasts

I think Stilly will be mad as hell. I've been invited to yet another breakfast. This time from EMC, a kind-of competitor of ours. I say kind-of, as it's the hardware arm that wants to feed me this time, not the newly-acquired software outfit.

Maybe I've made it in to some kind of weird breakfast club, but without the B-grade actors or the 80s fetishism of John Hughes.

Think about it ... could this be some kind of enlightenment ... life as an endless series of vendor breakfasts. The sound of one hand clapping ... no, wait, the sound of trying to get a cup of coffee with one hand, because you've got cold danish in the other.

Nah.