On the drive in this morning I played an old compilation tape. It included these four, in this order. it felt really, really good.  Paint a Vulgar Picture -The Smiths (alledgedly about Paul Young) Perfect Day (Lou Reed) The Killing Moon – Echo and the Bunny Men Under Pressure – David Bowie singing live without…

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Thanks to the culmination of darkness, the weather and post Christmas comedown, today is supposed to be the most depressing of the year. So, contrary so and so that I am, I’m rejecting the temptation to pull the duvet over my head and call in sick. Instead, I’m going to be annoyingly upbeat. Reasons to…

Not only am I having a day out of the office tomorrow, if I ever get home tonight, I’m having a total computer embargo. Need some time to think and wander around some stuff. Have a good weekend and here’s a picture I like, just because.

While tidying my desk, I found this old cutting from a newspaper about age and sex. A global study (doesn’t say by who or what for) using 30,000 people (doesn’t say how they were recruited) has found that over 40’s have the best sex. Since I’m 33 and feeling it, I’ll welcome this new knowledge…

I can’t get home. The cursed weather has blocked off all my driving routes home. Good excuse to stay late and do some work, but first I’m going to tidy my disgusting desk. I’ve already posted in Lets See what Happens for the first time in months.

There’s a fascinating debate over at Adliterate asking if blogging is killing planning or not. It’s developing into a facts/logic V ideas and intuition debate. From my point of view, I like planning blogs because: a) Most good planning blogs don’t just talk about planning, which makes it a great source for finding thoughts to…

Apart from calling me cool, in her comments on the John Steel post Carol wondered if John Steel began to explain what planning really is, and if it’s at odds with the realities of where some of us work: "Do YOU think he explained what ‘account planning’ is? With all this talk of not being…

Carole took this picture last time we met in London. She thinks I look cool in it. Assume she means not hot since no one has ever said I look cool in the groovy sense before (including Her Indoors come to think of it). At least the forehead isn’t too shiny in this one. 

This evening’s Northern Planning get together has been cancelled thanks to the stormy weather buggering up all forms of transport. We’ll do it in a couple of weeks or so and let everyone know. I’d polished my bald head specially too.