MARC HASENFUSS: Small-cap bluebloods
I’ve been toying with booking into City Lodge – especially since Long4Life has taken an exploratory stake in this business
Plague diary, week seven: One of the more embarrassing moments of my career was turning up for an interview with a venture capital company with blood-red eyes. I looked like an enthusiastic extra from a Cheech & Chong movie. Narcotically speaking, I was completely clean — having merely somehow got chilli onto my contact lenses during the previous evening’s epic pasta-sauce-making session.
The pain as I tried to claw the lenses out of my tightly shut eyes, I remember, was excruciating. Of course, trying to relate all of this to guffawing executives was rather humiliating.