Another suitcase in another hall. Another there-and-back-long-haul. Where IS he coming from? Funnily enough, David, I've been eating regular meals since I was a babby in Wiggin and like young Pharaoh I've since made sure I've lived in places where the booze is good and cheap, though of course as an overpaid Principal I've always had money to burn. I don't, thank God, have to recruit these days, but arriving at 6.00 am on the redeye from Santiago or Jo'burg followed by a quick change into the old three-piece pinstripe in the loo at Heathrow and grabbing a taxi in time for the nine o´clock interview in Mayfair was never my idea of fun. And as for Christmas, my family despairs because my idea of a 'nice' present is a set of tyres or a chainsaw.