He began to ask himself the same question as he had done each day for the last 100 days or so, and as he was repeatedly asking his wife. Why was he doing this, when his bosses in London at best didn't care, and at worst didn't like what he was trying to do? But on this occasion in March 1999, he decided that, instead of just thinking these gloomy thoughts, he would put them down on paper and not mince his words. More than that, he would tell his superiors that if they did not like what he was doing, they should tell him straight out, and he would go, and leave the mess to somebody else. |