Geovictwardian
Friday, June 27th, 2008Now this is my kind of man.
Now this is my kind of man.
Usually when we see companies that come along to our regular Wednesday night business clinic, they have fairly formative ideas about what they’re going to do and little idea about how they’re going to do it.
Last night, we saw a chap called John who set up Tokyoblu 6 years ago and has been running it happily and successfully ever since. So it was vaguely embarrassing as everything we suggested, he was doing or had done already. Although we had one or two small moments of triumph when we managed to latch onto something he’d not thought about.
Really, he’s waiting to be discovered. They have their regular club nights featuring their very own live band - which is pretty unusual (I suspected but having met him, can now confirm!) in club land. But they want more clubbers and more money so they can get bigger. From their demo CDs, they’re doing something pretty special so if you’re fancying a bit of a wriggling dance one Friday, indulge me and get yourselves along there. If I refer enough people, I might get a cool free T-shirt…
A trip down to Middlebrook on Monday to see our friends at A G Barr
The train back as the tail end of the solstice sun set over the (can I pretentiously say arcadian?) Lake District and I am again fascinated by Ed’s comment, Lake District bound for a workshop, that the whole area should be razed to the ground. How to answer that?
Comments on the back of a postcard please.
Focus groups last night in Dundee. Winding up the group and one poor long-suffering woman who’s putting up with all sorts of nonsense in her personal life said plaintively:
“D’you know what I wish? I wish that someone one day would say to me, ‘you sit down and take a break and let me make you a cup of tea’. That’s my dream.”
Another (also to be fair, pretty long-suffering) woman, chimed in helpfully:
“My dream is to have a Smeg fridge to keep my milk in.”
I’m on the train back up North after a day in the big smoke. Given that it’s Friday and that we left London at 7:33pm, I was surprised at the number of people who unpacked their laptops, set them up on their respective tables and began to study them intently. I question my own dedication as I delve into my bag to retrieve my book.
But then I go for a wander. And in fact it seems that all of these besuited businessmen are busy on sports websites. Some Sky Sports. Some BBC Sport. Free Wifi for all on National Express East Coast trains. There’s how to brighten up a Friday night journey home. So I whipped out my own laptop for a cheeky little blogging session. True dedication.
Oh and for all those that had the terrible misfortune to miss my show last week, the glowing tribute from the Evening News can be found here.
Thoughtfully published two days after the show finished.
JR pointed me to this rather wonderful demonstration of what mobile phones presumably do to our poor hard-working grey matter. (Scroll down to the 5 June entry.)
An absolutely storming write-up of the new BRU ad from the Guardian. And a couple of very complimentary comments. HFizzy orange days.