very well.

He'd be waltzing into the office and putting his feet on the desk, taking a copy of The Sun off the shelf.

And then he'd say, by the way, have you got the...

Not in that voice.

He'd say, by the way, have you got the lyrics of the Estonian national anthem? I quickly ascertained that that kind of stuff wasn't available in the information department.

So I'd have to scurry off to the nearest library and look it up.

So that was the kind of stuff we did.

Now, tell me something boring about yourself that nobody knows.