ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS PURE COINCIDENCE
This diary chronicles the emotional dialogue of a giant of industry, known only to us as the ECD. Any views expressed within this diary belong to him/her, and him/her alone. As such we’ve decided to protect their identity so as not to restrict their creative spirit.
This issue, our beloved ECD has had enough of meetings and the day to day of work, and is eyeing up a trip to a Buddhist retreat where he is sure a new award winning idea will manifest itself.