No place for secrets and lies at work By Jim Bright Normal text size Advertisement I grew up in a cold dark house that dated back to the 13th century. I was a young child in the UK during the so-called three-day week in the winter of 1974, when work was restricted due to a lack of coal to fire the power stations. I write this looking at one of the oil lamps my father deployed when the lights went off. I still have little time for the dark. Secrecy is a kind of darkness, and beyond the confines of necessary and important professional and ethical confidentiality boundaries, I have little time f...