while i do hate to slag off clients (even when they are a nightmare) I still like to recall the tale of meeting one client on her balcony during a hot summer. An Old Orleans style jazz band (we were in Shoreditch) funeral procession passed beneath us as we discussed a very hazy project. Suddenly, the client burst into tears. I did my best to console her (she was IN-CON-SOL-ABLE) worried that our meeting had made her miss the funeral procession of her dead mother/father/aunt/uncle. After much sobbing and heaving, I managed to grasp that she infact, didn't know a single person taking part in the procession (much less being buried) and had in her own words "very little first hand experience of death." we cut short the meeting as she was too upset to continue and I never did arrange a second one.