This week I have mostly been occupying myself with the idea of becoming self-employed. For too long I have toiled in the employment market doing other people’s work and for other people’s gain. If you are someone who has worked in an environment resembling a Chinese sweatshop then the idea of being your own boss will probably sound like cream in a doughnut. For some it’s an unsurpassed level of freedom, being able to set your own hours and run your working life in your own sweet time. For others, it’s a complete logistical nightmare; being snowed under with paperwork and trying to arrange your own accounts for when the dreaded self-assessment comes around. For me, it was a knee-jerk reaction caused by finally losing my patience with the stagnant politics and ‘Eastenders’ style drama that comes from any group of individuals malnourished of intellectual stimulation. It was either that, or go Postal.