I was frantically searching for a long-lost piece of information last night, and I stumbled upon an old notebook. More than ten years ago I wrote this about a colleague, who has now shuffled off this mortal coil of quarter inch magnetic recording tape. I don’t think it’s fair to name him, so instead I’ll pick a name at random from the Adobe Photoshop splash screen.
Chris Cox must ask himself the following questions when any object comes to his attention:
1) Can I drink it?
2) Can I ask it out for dinner?
3) Can I back it each way?