See that eighth most-popular joke at this year’s Edinburgh Fringe? It looks familiar…
We do it in real life. Why don’t we do it more online?
Perhaps it’s time to go back to first principles.
I replied to say that the first part of the poem, translated slightly differently, forms the chorus to a brilliant song called The Booklovers by The Divine Comedy:
Happy the man, and happy he alone
who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say
‘Yesterday’s dead & gone – I want to live today’
I’m not there yet. I’m working on it, but I can feel time running out on me.
Obligatory reflective, Eeyore-ish birthday post.
My MP represents me. But does his party?
Thoughts from when the web was young.
Reviewing the year would be good if there was anything good in it to re-view…
With lessons for PR practitioners everywhere – and a personal footnote.
Mathematics, communication… what’s the connection?
While trying to put into words what I was feeling, I hit upon an unexpected answer.
I was thinking of writing a blog post about a postcard I received yesterday from a friend on holiday, and how much more lovely & personal it is than having to look at blanket Facebook updates from other holidaying friends. But I guess this tweet will suffice 😉
— Gary Taylor (@GaryTaylor67) April 5, 2018
Actually it will do no such thing, but it’s the lack of thought that counts.
I’m thinking of thinking of calling her right
after my afternoon nap.
I’m thinking of thinking of sending her flowers,
right after Bonnie gets back.
So many fishies left in the sea,
so many fishies – but no-one for me…
I’m thinking of thinking of hooking a love,
soon after supper is done.
G’Kar, Babylon 5 (Parliament of Dreams)
Is it time for a rebrand, I wonder?
I’d probably do much more if I didn’t have to work for a living…
What happens to organisations when long-serving employees step down?
I’m always better off than I think. I just have to think about it.
A random thought brought back a few happy football memories. A few sad ones, too.
Tinder, Match, speed dating… less a game, more a minefield I tells you.