Category: What maketh the man
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I’m a failed account handler. Too shy, too disorganised and too easily bored to be successful suit, only surviving thanks to doing planning (yes planning, I still struggle to call it strategy) on the job without realising. I could write good briefs and coax great work out of creative people, even if I couldn’t get…
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When I was a teenager I used to both dread and relish the week we're in now. I used to race at swimming and, the week before we had time off for Christmas, there was an evil tradition called 'Hell Week". It was exactly that, seven days of the hardest training our coaches thought we…
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You can measure your life in many ways. How much you money you made. What your legacy might be. How many friends you made. But what about how much fun you had? How much you did things that made you feel alive rather than simply existing. What about the things that scared you to death,…
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Imagine being on your deathbed and being shown two films. One is the life you had and the other is the life you could have had. How would you feel? Much of what holds us back from the second one is nothing more than the choices we make in a few moments. The moments we…
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So after this about building a habit over 66 days, it's only right and proper to publicly prove my point (or fail in the trying), by seeing if I can get into the groove of properly blogging again. That's right, a post a day for 66 days. No one is asking for it, I'm very…
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Long time readers of this corner of the internet may be aware I have a passion for tea. Not just any tea mind, it must be made in a warmed pot, with Yorkshire Tea Gold. Also, please put the milk in first. George Orwell was wrong on this, trust me. I could not, in all…
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Hello again, it's been a while. You may be thinking I've no work on, I've been furloughed our even laid off, to bother fill my time with blogging. Trust me, I'm not assuming for a second you're bored enough to bother reading this. Actually, I'm one of the lucky ones. For the time being, I'm…
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So my son broke his arm in October. Badly, really badly. It's mostly okay now, but took a fair amount of rehab. We were at the hospital the other day for a check up and, like always, he didn't complain at the endless waiting, the pain of getting his (still tender) arm bent all over…
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Saw an old friend last night, always good to catch up, he's like the more sensible and wise big brother. Miss working with him too, as I'm one the those strategy types who has so many thoughts tumbling around I need to talk it through at length with someone to understand what I really think.…
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So I finally met Rob the other week. (Rob's picture) After knowing each other only in digital form since 2006. That was when planning blogs were a thing, no one was really on Facebook and Twitter worked worked through SMS. It was also a time when it felt that planners has a real community, some…
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