The Oprah-Ashton playground … enter at own risk

“Oprah, of course … without a doubt,” she said.

And for a while I sat in amused silence. In mild shock. And processed this. I had given my friend two options : Oprah or the school girl from Afghanistan maimed with acid for wanting an education. “Whose daily musings would you be most interested in?” I asked. . . . → Read More: The Oprah-Ashton playground … enter at own risk

What we can learn from Moldova

I could never claim to be a twitter-box (a twitter chatterbox) or twitter-lebratory. I don’t have hoards of followers who hang on my every word, retweeting as they see fit. And I doubt any of my carefully crafted 140-character tweets have been turned into mantras. No, I’m certainly not one of those A . . . → Read More: What we can learn from Moldova