May.
Already.
That’s bonkers … before I know it we’ll be living wherever we’ll be living and waving goodbye to Otis who’ll be doing whatever he wants to be doing when he hits 18. For gods sake time, slow the fuck down.
I say that, but this month is going to be a mad one for me with trips to Australia – twice – two cities in China and two in America, so I’ll be happy when we hit June and I can prepare for being underwhelmed with my 54th birthday present, ha.
Anyway, now that’s over, let’s get on with things shall we?
So despite having written this blog for almost 2 decades, I often forget anyone reads it.
Even more so, since I stopped the comments.
But over the years, I have had moments where it’s been impossible to ignore.
Not just in terms of trolls and insults but the time Business Insider wrote about it.
And Business Week magazine.
And Campaign.
But the biggest shocks have been when I’ve had comments from people I never imagined would visit.
Rosenberg from Google.
Mensch from Q-Prime.
Richard bloody Branson.
And then, the best of the best, my Mum.
Of course, most of them never made the same mistake again … but it’s a real source of pride.
The reason I say this is because a few weeks ago I wrote about a famous person who sent me flowers to thank me for my contribution to their work which resulted in them winning a massive international music/entertainment award.
As I wrote at the time, it was ridiculously generous because [1] it was a long time ago and [2] in the big scheme of things, my involvement was smaller than a grain of sand and they should really be thinking nothing other than how talented and brilliant they are.
Well, the individual in question only bloody read that post didn’t they!
And how do I know that? Because they sent me this.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!
Yes, I know I am not saying who it is but what I can tell you is that as shocked as you would be – and you would – it still wouldn’t be as shocked as I was when I realised that after almost 20 years of writing this rubbish, this blog has finally got me some work.
[Acknowledging the last bit of work I did for this person was paid for by another person, so maybe I’m just being offered the chance to work for them for free, ha]
OK, I accept taking almost 2 decades to get 1 piece of work is hardly Effie worthy, but it’s more effective than Linkedin has ever been for me.
Or anyone else I know on that platform.
Which means – using the power of ‘WeWork maths’ – this blog should be worth more than Linkedin, so I’m off to get my billion bucks from Softbank.
[I know, I know … I’ve gone a bit loopy, but all this happened in the last 24 hours, which means this is also the most topical post to ever appeared on this blog as well]