I have just come back from a few meetings in Lilongwe, the capital of Malawi. Blantyre, Malawi's financial capital, is an exciting and prosperous city that breathes business. Lilongwe is a dull city that's overfed on aid. My internet connection's far too slow to ascertain exactly how much aid flows into the tree lined boulevards of Lilongwe - but it's a hell of a lot.
I'm not an aid detractor, as my last blog affirms, but walking the streets of Lilongwe, I have the overwhelming urge to send a strongly-worded letter to Bono. Everywhere you look, Western NGO workers drive around in the latest top-of-the-range four-by-four demi-tanks, with their organisation or charity's name emblazoned across the sides, without a hint of embarrassment at the irony. [CONTINUES]
In today's bulletin:
Nadir for SFO as Polly Peck tycoon comes back to face the music
Diageo looks beyond UK for booze bonanza
What Arthur Scargill has in common with Neutron Jack Welch
Survey in 'cold calls are annoying' shock
Letters from Malawi: The NGOs doing more harm than good