I mentioned that I’d been playing pal Dave a David Bowie concert whilst we went to hunt the pizza—and, yes, after much effort we were able to run a pair of pies to the ground…and it was good—and how much Dave had been diggin’ the concert.
"Well, of course," Top Management said, looking slightly perplexed. "It’s David Bowie."
She sees the big picture. She cuts to the chase. She multi-tasks. If it weren’t for her terrible taste in guys, she’d be perfect. Of course, that’s what makes her so for me.