As time goes by, a sense of quiet purpose is replacing the nervous energy. He no longer lives in a garden shed, but surveys Lake Dunstan from the glass towers of Credit Crunch Castle. With fifteen vintages under his belt he can do a pretty good imitation of gravitas, given a suitable critic to impress. He is a pretty flash helmsman in a dinghy these days, but can he graduate to the bigger boats?
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