Bend it for Messi

Having reached my majority in an era that nowadays pops up in my kids' History exams, I am today at a stage in life where names and faces are prone to be mixed-and-matched. Every time I hear mention of Lionel Messi I invariably see Lionel Richie's mustachioed head protruding from an FC Barcelona shirt. It was, therefore, no surprise that when the world was…

Mas or Messi?

Barcelona. There was a time, not so long ago, when the capital of Catalonia was not yet known for Freddy Mercury's super-hit of the same name, when the  1992 Summer Olympics had not yet produced gold, when Carlos Ruiz Zafon had not yet got round to romanticizing La Rambla and the mysterious Cemetery of Forgotten Books, when Gaudi's…

It’s peace and democracy, stupid

We accountants do not care much for the front section of the newspaper. If  a story cannot be reduced to prime numbers, it is not for  us. After a cursory glance at the headlines we skip to Section B to be hypnotized by the latest business and finance news followed by yesterday's football, baseball and cricket…