The Malaysia connection I know.  How is it that only 8 days after returning to. oz from the incipient wilds of Ontario's early winter I am off on the road again? Just lucky, I guess. Having answered the call of duty in Canada, I am now on leave, and fulfilling a long standing invitation from my friend Soma to see something of his country, Malaysia.  This plan was hatched earlier this year, around the time when my change of job became public. It changed slight...

The day dawned to a light dusting of snow and quiet flurries continuing. The temperature was hovering around zero (real money - Centigrade) and there was a strong wind that made it feel a lot colder. After another good breakfast in the Idlewyld's lovely dining room, watching the snow float down, I made a few phone calls and organised the rest of the weekend. My first appointment was at Bernardines at 1, so I decided to go for another walk downtown. I parked over...

I know the title of the last entry said London. I lied. Unless you count the arrival of the Greyhound in London at about 7pm. But that was only barely implied ... Walked straight into a cab and was delivered to 36 Grand Ave, the Idlewyld Inn - a boutique place in an old stately home - probably what our old place at the Ridgeway must have been like. (Picture at the start of the blog). I checked in and asked them to order me a cab to head out to Alex and Mary B's ...

It's been a few days since the last entry. Paul Begley was the driving force behind the Centre for the Study of Leadership and Ethics, which has since become an international consortium of which ACU, and our Centre in particular is a member. Paul retired from the role of chair a bit over a year ago, but he continues in an unofficial patron type of role. I am about to finish up at our Centre and I wanted to take the opportunity to make sure we had done everything...

Another two day entry: To Toronto, and my first 24 hours. I still haven't managed a good night's sleep, so waking at 5.30 wasn't a great joy. The shuttle was on time and I was in the airport in good order to get through the nuthouse of US security. No amount of prose can ever glamourise a cross-continental flight - particularly one with a change in Chicago. I was able to access the AA (American Airlines - not Alcoholics Anonymous!) club in Denver, and do some ...