The Directors

I came out of the TV room at the office to see that the boss was with SOME DIGNATARIES. So I sat down at my desk and started to look very busy.

It wouldn't have done for them to look in on the TV room to see me with my feet up and watching Wimbledon even if it is actually part of my job.

So I peered at a computer screen. The new superboss was introduced to operatives in the newsroom and while he was chatting away with one of my American colleagues, I was introduced to a elegantly clad lady. I smiled and said: "Hello."

Really because anything else might have been job threatening.

It seemed apt that the new director swept through because I have downloaded the guidelines on blogging from the Olympics. It is a long document and I will go through it in the fullness of time.

Suffice it to say that there will be certain things I will not be able to write about from China unless I want one of the Olympic rings around my neck.

But given that the content of the blog is rarely politically explosive, I'm sure I won't have anything to worry about.

However if there are clauses about clamping down on extravagant literary brilliance, then obviously I'm in trouble.