My regular readers will know that I am not a fan of the invented word coined for the UK’s decision to leave the European Union. If you are based in the UK it is impossible to go more than an hour or two without hearing the ghastly word. A new, ugly vocabulary has sprung up to describe the type of relationship we might have with the EU in future and to disparage particularly those, like me, that would like to keep all our options open until we know more about what we are doing to ourselves. Our expensively educated leaders are adept at word invention. Just yesterday we had
Change is Good
Talk Talk
I have been in South Africa for the last 3 months. I blogged earlier , quite optimistically, on the slow progress that the country is making towards a more equal and race blind country. Since then I have tried to soak up the important
Pressure of Work
This blog has been silent for the 7
Flippen Lekker Mangos
I am in my adopted country of South Africa escaping the northern winter. If ever there was a country that should understand change management it is this beautiful nation. The transition from white rule to democracy in the early 1990s has been much written about like its starring character, Nelson Mandela. The white leaders of apartheid South Africa came to understand that the case for change was
In Sickness and in Health
This has been a year full of life milestones and change for me and for my family. The latest milestone is the wedding of my eldest daughter. Said daughter is one of that generation of professional, young people forced by the high cost of housing in the UK to live with parents. Her fianc
Brexit Plus Plus
My regular readers will know that I am not a fan of the invented word coined for the UK’s decision to leave the European Union. If you are based in the UK it is impossible to go more than an hour or two without hearing the ghastly word. A new, ugly vocabulary has sprung up to describe the type of relationship we might have with the EU in future and to disparage particularly those, like me, that would like to keep all our options open until we know more about what we are doing to ourselves. Our expensively educated leaders are adept at word invention. Just yesterday we had
Jozi Boy
My father-in-law died this week. He was an Indian South African whose own father came to Africa from Gujarat in the early 20th century. His life started and ended, 88 years apart, in Johannesburg. He was a devout, peace loving Muslim. For
No Victor but God
A few weeks ago, I reflected on a millennium of change in York . Last week, I travelled to the beautiful Andalusian city of Granada and found myself looking for clues to
Childlike Enthusiasm
The post corporate life that I have been leading since Spring has many benefits. Today I took the afternoon off and hiked up a lovely valley near my home simply because it was too beautiful a day to spend in the office. Better still, earlier this week, I was able to take my
House and Home
Moving home is one of those experiences in life along with losing
White Noise
A friend and former colleague providing me with a critique of my website design prior to its launch in May, made the, perhaps obvious, point that it is hard to be heard above the din that is the internet and social media. The trickle of visitors to my website and this blog confirms that. Investing in a GoogleAd campaign does