Microgalanaplanetophobia

'Why was your receptionist hiding under the desk when I dropped by your offices to pick you up?' I asked the chairman of the insignificantly-sized investment company SmallBlue Planet as soon as we had settled down with our drinks at the back of The Green Pashmina. 'Director of first impressions, old boy,' he replied. 'I'm sorry?' I said. 'She's not a receptionist,' said the chairman. 'As you very well know, we prefer to describe all of our people occupying that role within the company as directors of first impressions. It makes them feel more loved.' There was a time when the chair...