Category: What maketh the man
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I once met Amanda Holden. Let's be precise, I fainted 5 yards away from her for reasons I won't go through here. And no, I wasn't star-struck. In fact,I didn't like her. Based on what I'd read and what I'd seen on TV. Which means I didn't like HER I didn't like her image or…
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When Will is happy, I'm happy ( I don't put my kids on tinternet too often but he's reasonably oscure, visually at least)
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I turned 38 yesterday. It's just a number. Like all sybols and signs, it's the context that brings meaning. So here's some context. My nephews came to stay this weekend. They roll their eyes when I go on about how all 'their music' is just a rip off of the stuff I liked in the…
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Every year I make the same promise to myself and every year fail ingloriously. (picture courtesy of Andy Smith) That promise it to procrastinate less and be on time more. It has become an unquestioned cliche that agencies tend to work late. Usually justified by the claim that it's a creative process, you need to…
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I had quite an October all in all. The birth of second child, moved house. It didn't all go swimmingly, not least because baby Evie spent her first week in hospital, the week we were moving house. Of course, in the grand scheme of things, it's not that tough really, but it seemed so at…
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My little girl is 6 weeks old. She's just started smiling this week.
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One the main faults of planning blogs is the habit of portraying the world as perfect. You see it in APG case studies too. If your only experience of life as a planner originated from these sources, you would get a very wromg opinion of the what it's like to do the job. This stuff…
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One of my silly concerns getting closer to the birth of my little girl was how on earth I would ever love her as much as Will, our 2 year old little boy. He sometimes felt like my entire world and loved, and love him with a fierceness that's exhausting. I was afraid of somehow…
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On my favourite bike ride, the last stretch us a mixture of short sharp hills and great flats for psychotically fast sprinting. If I push it, from start to finish, it's the length of this song on the Ipod.
NORTHERN PLANNER 