In 1993 I was contracted to Eurotunnel, based on its offices in Folkestone. Didn’t have much to do, just attend various weekly meetings, so I had times for creative initiatives, not all of which were adopted by our Director, Jacques Rossi, a kind of noble Corsican with grand ideas, like his charismatic compatriot Bonaparte, but better-looking and taller. See also this tale about my time there.
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