Memories of a photography session I wasn’t actually at…
For the last few years, iprovision has run a charity casino at the CIPR Excellence Awards. And this year, as last, I helped sell the casino cash. Which meant seeing more than a few CIPR people, others that I’ve worked with – and even someone I was on a course on back in 2002-03…
And I still don’t like taking selfies.
I talked myself into getting one of those DNA test kits. This could be a laugh… apart from the spit.
Perhaps it’s time to go back to first principles.
It happens even to the best of us, but that honestly doesn’t make me feel any better about it.
What makes for a popular post? If the stats are anything to go by, I have little idea.
I’m honesty not very good at either, but they seem to be the way of the world.
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.
Ah, spin. Good in cricket, billiards and snooker, bad in communications?
The dangers of drawing conclusions from incomplete data, as shown by the CIPR’s State of the Profession survey.
After several years away, getting my librarianship mojo back on. I do love a good library…
Obligatory reflective, Eeyore-ish birthday post.
One of those random thoughts I have when at a loose end… how far do our two disciplines overlap?
Reflecting on six months out of work (again).
“Alexa, open Gary Taylor’s website.”
(Updated 13 March)
Not launching the new centrist party that isn’t. What now?
My MP represents me. But does his party?
Thoughts from when the web was young.