Kneesy does it

I had the pleasure of having lunch last week with a channel pal of mine from the distribution arena.

We happily talked shop over a leisurely glass of wine and a coconut curry. We put the (IT resale) world to rights on such topics as where to spend your MDF this year and how to find good sales staff. And we agreed that, maybe, just maybe, cloud computing will not have transformed life on earth as we know it before the year's out.

Alas, there was no business to be done on this occasion, but he did give me something equally valuable. I've been suffering from a fairly acute case of jogger's knee recently, with my poor joints creaking and complaining like those of a man twice my age.

Little did I know my channel buddy is also a keen pavement pounder, and he duly leapt in and suggested a couple of impossible-to-pronounce supplements that might help. After a week's rest and a bellyful of various fish oils, I set out for a 9-mile trek this week with little or no ill effects.

I felt like a new man! But the very next day I discovered the tablets' miraculous powers apparently do not extend to protecting your knees from the impact of jumping off a seven-foot fence, (it's a long story). So I'm back to hobbling around Dodgi Towers; maybe my pal can recommend a good ergonomic walking stick.