An Autumn Weekend in Vienna in 1991

t’s August 1991, and I am living in London. Massive changes are occurring in Amex, and a considerate boss, Juergen offers me six months paid sabbatical leave to go have my other corneal transplant. “Come back when you can read again properly, and we’ll talk about the future”, he says.

The free time afforded me by this sabbatical allows me the luxury of some personal introspection. Everyone knows I’m a mad, ‘driven’ personality, but this is a great opportunity to try and moderate that behaviour. I’m going ‘all out’ to address not only the work/play balance, but also to take advantage of the travel and cultural opportunities open to me living in Europe.

An extended weekend in Vienna with my good friends the Bühlmanns and Jane at the end of October is a great start. And we do it in style!

Click here to read my story from 1991