If there isn't already a maxim warning against making rash decisions in the pub after a few pints, then there should be. It's as a result of a slightly drunken conversation a couple of weeks ago in the garden of the Canonbury Tavern (nice beers, terrible terrible service) that this blog has seen the light of day several months earlier than expected.
Sitting behind a desk in London, it's sometimes easy to forget we're part of an organisation working in places all over the planet. The mundanity of everyday life acts a kind of blinker and even with email, the exotic locations some people work in still seem very far away. It's all relative of course, but then something happens to peel back those blinkers and put what we do in context.
