Another gloomy November evening down by the Ouse. At least it involves reflection, which is appropriate today.

I still have some stocks of Italian sunshine from last week, but they are running dangerously low. Perhaps I should get a job in Italy. I hear they are looking for someone to be PM, so I'll send a CV in.

(Seriously, though, why is it that major companies all seek talent for their boards internationally, but major countries all restrict their cabinets/boards to locals? Wouldn't it be rational to advertise for PM? Or even headhunt?)