- 27 April 2016
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There was a very senior HR manager whose name was Albert. He, as you might guess both from his name and from the fact that he was very senior, was nearing a comfortable retirement and, so far as anyone could tell, did little actual work. He was, however, very good at wandering around. Quite possibly, but this is sheer speculation, he had read an article by Tom Peters about the perils of senior managers losing touch and had latched on […]
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- 29 January 2016
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A croquet lawn is level and green and measures 35 yards by 28 yards. Within these boundaries a game is played that is as complex and intriguing as life itself. 980 square yards may not seem like a large area but it is sufficient to provide a space where things happen that test judgement, courage and resolve You live your life once (let’s assume it isn’t a rehearsal) roaming a far larger terrain than a croquet lawn. However, just […]
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- 13 January 2016
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Inspirational speakers puzzle me. I’m never really sure what they are for and what the organisers of conferences hope to gain by inviting them to regale us with their stories. Is it to boost attendance figures by having a big name on the billing? Is it because the organisers are convinced that we all need to be shaken out of our lethargy and that hearing about the exploits of a larger than life character will do the trick? Is it […]
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Five years ago I sold my publishing company and ‘retired’. I put the last word in inverted commas because I don’t actually hold with retirement; it kills people. Despite this, people I meet either assume I’m retired or ask me point blank if I am. For about three years I was hopeless at providing a convincing answer. I used to mutter about doing some public speaking, writing blogs and being busy with charity work but, in truth, it didn’t really […]
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A year ago we bought a new build flat with solar panels on the roof which generate electricity. Meters in a cupboard record how many kilowatt hours our panels are (a) currently generating and (b) have produced over their lifetime. As you might imagine, visits to the cupboard are frequent. I have become addicted to studying the cheerful meters and winking lights. For me, sunny days, that I had always enjoyed simply because they were sunny, were elevated to win-wins. […]
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