This week the Prime Minister opened my flash new design studio in Parnell.
Architecturally designed, the space reflects the sort of tosser zeitgeist expected from someone who's been around in the design business for 50 years, with lots of heavy-duty concrete, white painted brick and the sort of monastic environment favoured by avant-garde restaurants at the expense of decent acoustics.
When my stern-faced accountants asked me, "What is your business plan for relocating when the economy is turning to custard?" I could only weakly respond, "Well, I can get decent coffee in the cafe next door."
Such statements only mystify the beancounters. Nice people, but not exactly known for understanding the subtleties of running a business on gut instinct.
Of course, the modus operandi of a consultancy doesn't really matter - providing one's creative work satisfies the clients and the bills get paid.