I was offered a really good job here a few months ago. Hit it off with the editor-in-chief, who looked like a younger version of this Scotsman. But I would first have to work all the way in an area I did my best to get away from, and later in this city that I’ve never been a fan of. Moolah ain’t everything, ya know. Months later I ran into said editor at the airport. I didn’t recognise me, but he did and said: ‘Hey! VARA! Still there?’ ‘Yes,’ I said, embarrassed, wondering if I should have taken the plunge.