Artistic licence: My tardy resolve

Artistic licence: My tardy resolve
First, an admission. I’m one of those terrible people who is late for almost everything. I try my best, I really do. But it seems like in my head I think there’s a magic carpet that’ll get me to the right spot on time, not a taxi wheezing through heavy traffic or a bus inching along the quays. When I was a god parent at a baptism some years back, I arrived at the church exactly on time, miraculously, even slightly early. Then I stood bemused in a sea of empty pews, wondering if I was in the right place, until it hit me: I must have been given the wrong time on purpose. Reader, I am officially one of those people to whom other people lie about meeting times. It is not a good place in which to find yourself.

Please Subscribe or Log in to continue reading

Subscribe Login

Independent journalism every day

With digital access you can read The Business Post whenever, wherever, and however you want.

  • Unlimited access to all sections of The Business Post on desktop, tablet and mobile.
  • Breaking news, comment and analysis from the best Business Post writers seven days a week.
  • Live blogs of major news events
  • Videos and podcasts from some of the industry's most respected journalists such as Tom Lyons, Susan Mitchell and Ian Guider
  • Access to The Business Post's extensive archive​

Related Articles

More from The Business Post