Only dumb people think they’re smarter than everyone else
I was at a meeting this morning. It was with an old colleague of mine. Let’s call him Allan. Well, to be fair, his name is Allan. But I’ll save his blushes by keeping his surname private.
We’re all artists, deep down
Last time we talked (well, I talked) about getting the day-to-day right. All the little things that need to be done that add up to one big, right thing.
Meet Madame Guillotine, AKA The Executioner
I was happy to be known simply as ‘The Executioner’ for the purposes of this column, but one of my clients thought it a little harsh. ‘What’s the female of ‘executioner’?’ asked one. ‘It might sound a little less scary.’