Category: What maketh the man
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So I'm back from a week's holiday, staying with Mum and Dad in Cornwall. Had a lovely time, my little boy gamboled in the sand and splashed in the sea, gurgling like a maniac while all and sundry wanted a play and a cuddle. Made me all reflective about growing up having holidays in St…
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So it was the regular Saturday morning pain and suffering swim session this weekend. In the pool for 7.30am to cover swim four miles or so. I've been improving quickly since I altered my stroke and these sessions have reminded me how to really push it. My body has actually changed shape, the shoulders are…
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I really like Lurpak's Bake Club. It's not devastatingly cool or clever, there's no killer app or amazing use of technology, it's just really useful and makes me feel nice. People are getting used to technology that we would have thought impossible ten years ago. You can't flash bastard people into engagement anymore, guess what? It's…
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What kind of planner are you? Brand planner? Engagement planner? Digital planner? Content planner? I'm not sure which one I am and to be honest when I started out (which wasn't that long ago) I was just an account planner. The only other kind of planner out there was a media planner. I still…
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…..and Mrs Northern needs a rest, I take Will to see the goats. It's only about a mile and a half to walk there. He never gets to see the them though, always falls asleep. One day.
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Once upon a time I thought this blog would be all about what it's like being a planner in the North of England – the experiences of doing a job outside of any of the famous or common places to do any form of good brand communication, let alone proper strategy for it. It didn't really…
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The training for the Great North Swim hit a snag a few weeks back. I couldn't go any faster. There was a point where I was getting pretty good, and had a lot more speed in me, but technique was letting me down. There had been something before but this was worse. There's a point…
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There's something surreal about working while everyone else is on a conference call. I don't care, here's the only friends I need. And only I know I'm barefoot. Here are my feet. And some wires.
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My little boy, Will is now 8 months old, and I welcome this with mixed feelings. There's a part of me that loves the fact that he's jabbering all sorts of nonsense now (his first sort of word was Dadada, much to the annoyance of his mother), he's sitting up and clapping (which means flapping…
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