On the extroversion detector scale in the questionnaire that accompanies our Quiet feature, I was almost off the scale. (You're not surprised.) When I was seven, at Parents' Evening, my teacher Mrs Tungmore remarked sourly: 'He can't sit still and thinks he knows everything.' My mother, an introvert, wasn't impressed, believing her eldest boy was the first clinical example of ADHD. See. There you go. Nothing I love more than talking about myself.
Maybe I should shut up and give the more pensive introverts around me a chance. One of my most appalling habits is finishing people's sentences for them. Ask my deputy. This is a subject we investigate in John Morrish's piece this month: whether businesses would do better to promote the quieter ones in their number if they really want to double their profits by next Tuesday. The meek shall inherit the earth. (Frankly, I doubt it.)
The orthodoxy is that business bosses tend to be outgoing, visionary, hard-driving types - me, me, me people. Could this relentless force of personality be a contributory factor in the ratcheting up of top-level executive pay over the past few years?
Simon Caulkin, a quiet and thoughtful man, gives the whole question of bonus madness a good airing in his feature. This phenomenon certainly gets up Vince Cable's nose and don't we know it. I share Howard Davies' concerns about Cable. His behaviour within the Coalition is a continuing combination of Jeremiah and maybe even Judas. …