I was in Rome last week for Em’s birthday. Since then I have heard this phrase non-stop: “Fancuuuuulo.”  It means “fcuk you” in Italian. See while there, we had a tour guide (Antonio) who made my son’s day…  He taught him all the ‘swears’.  With perfect pronunciation to boot.  Highly entertaining to a 10-year-old.  But …

Last week, I had to stop the blood bleeding from my eyes. I was doing a rare consulting day with a private client. It’s 9am… I’ve only walked through reception. And based on what I’d just heard I’d already added £30K to the bottom line of this particular business. Rewind 15 minutes and I’m early. …

A few months back I was invited to speak at a private swanky event in London about scaling up.  Now, whilst waiting in the wings I watched a famous business ‘guru’ take charge and take to the stage.  Picture the scene… … There was lights. … There was music. … There was energy yells… And …

Big news at my house…  My son (Barney) is going to compete in his first karate tournament.  With this news, Emma deemed it was finally time…. …finally, time for him to watch The Karate Kid.  Now, I have been waiting 10 years for this day.  So we watched it on the big screen and it …

These past couple of weeks I’ve done a lot of travelling – for business.  And in my experience travel only means one thing … Witnessing the utter stupidity of the general public firsthand.  Case in point Tuesday at Euston station. Fuck me.  I have no idea how some people manage to make it to 9 …

…or is it nob jockey? Either way, it is a good label and fitting for the fine specimen of a man I met yesterday.  He must have been earwigging on my conversion with a neighbour at the gym, as out of nowhere I heard him exclaim:   “You’re going on THREE holidays?!? There’s a crisis going …