Back to the ex treasurer, Mr Buswell. It is bad enough that we have to bring up the old episode of what he did to that chair (still can’t bring myself to type it or say it) but the whole episode has been like seeing a dead animal on the side of the road. Once you notice it’s there, you can’t turn away…you almost feel compelled to check out how it died, and how badly.
On Saturday morning I woke up with a headache, and a back ache and a wah wah wah…get the picture? Just felt rubbish.
I write to you from sunny Broome, one of my favourite places on the planet. I’m here with the lovely and talented Lauren Thomson Gorton (follower her on Twitter @L_T_Gorton…she’s a hoot!)We’re on a semi-secret squirrel mission. Semi secret in that I’m telling you that we’re here. ..But again, I digress.
In Italy, they say…Natale coi tuoi, Pasqua dove vuoi. Put simply, it means you must spend Christmas with your family but Easter is up for grabs.
Amidst the giggles and finger pointing that followed the potential PM parading around in his budgie smugglers this past week, a point has been lost and I reckon it’s a good one.
There’s a saying in our industry that a good crisis should never be wasted. I like it because I think it’s true. There is always something to learn from surviving what I’d like to describe as a dead set poo-shower . Can I say poo-shower on a family show? Too late…
So on Saturday, I was heading to a lunch date when I was cleaned up on the driver’s side by a bloke coming out of a car park into traffic. He just didn’t see me. But I saw him. Oh man did I see him. In what seemed like a split second before he cleaned me, up I saw him coming and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Intro: Would you give the company accounts to someone who couldn’t add up? No? So why would you try and do your own strategic communications?
Would you give the company accounts to someone who couldn’t add up? No? So why would you try and do your own strategic communications?
You have reached the end!
