I was in a nice restaurant recently when a man was seated nearby and continued to wear a baseball cap. Didn’t his parents teach him that you never wear a hat at the table? someone asked. Of course, this prompted a familiar conversation called, Don’t People Know This These Days? And then we got stuck […]
A recent tribute in the Financial Review, What Charlie Munger Taught Me About Life, by Jonathan Shapiro, has made me think about mentoring and having positive role models. Charlie Munger was famous for being Warren Buffet’s sidekick. He passed in 2023, just before his 100th birthday with a net worth estimated at $2.7 billion. It
Any Australian who worked overseas, realised that some of the words we once bandied about in our offices, such as bludger, smoko, yakka, sickie, wowser, and whinger, required a translation. This was also true for phrases such as ‘running around like a blue arsed fly’ or ‘you’ve got Buckley’s,’ as in, you’ve got no chance.
Retirement experts talk about three phases; GO-GO, SLOW-GO and NO-GO. If that applied to buying a campervan, for example, then GO-GO would be setting off for a year on the road, SLOW-GO would be taking the campervan out occasionally, and NO-GO would be forgetting that it’s rusting at the back of the garden. In his
The Atlantic Daily has published a piece called It’s Okay to Like Barry Manilow. Well, phew! I wasn’t aware it was verboten, but thanks for that. Good to know we can have different opinions, but a recent article in HR Online by Caroline Riches, was more disturbing than the fact that I now can’t get
I’ve had a long day of spuddling. I was very busy, but I achieved nothing. I spuddled. I’m sure we have all had days like this, where we’ve exhausted ourselves without moving any meaningful objective along an inch. There are organisations where the ability to spuddle is probably highly valued, but I find it dispiriting.
Earlier in my working life, I often caught the train from Euston station in London, to Northampton. Every now and then, an older passenger would lean over to tell me (as we went through Bletchley) that ‘a lot of things went on there during the war, you know.’ This was always said in a hushed,
My Facebook feed is sending me clips of Dame Edna, and in the middle of the night, I find myself laughing until I cry. I adored Barry Humphries. He had a gift for hearing the vernacular and turning it back on the audience with razor sharp wit. But Barry Humphries was not just Dame Edna
I despair a little when I see bestseller books advising me that I should not give a f**k. I dislike the packaging of indifference as a ‘subtle art.’ There is nothing very admirable or creative about applied apathy. We live in communities, and indeed, on a planet, which requires us all to give more of
Do you know what cordwainers did for a living? Or coopers, or maltsters, or ostlers? I didn’t. They were, respectively, shoemakers, barrel-makers, grain selectors and horse handlers. Do you know what it meant to be a journeyman? It did not mean travelling, as I first thought. It was the stage of a trade or craft