Sunday, March 17, 2019

Christchurch 15 March 2019

Friday, March 15, 2019

BREXIT – An abject failure of Leadership

I’ve resisted the temptation to rant for so long.  Too long.
It’s David Cameron’s fault.  He should be locked up in his writing shed until it’s all resolved.
·       His arrogance in calling a referendum – a dereliction of duty.
·       His decision to step down and avoid the calamity he wrought on an unsuspecting nation – an act of supreme petulance.
·       His naivete in setting the bar at 51.49 instead of the US model of 66.30 – almost criminal.

I am just so pissed off.

So sorry.

End of rant.

Normal service (Radical Optimism) will be resumed next week.


Sunday, March 10, 2019

Stand Up and Fight

Liverpool poet, member of The Scaffold, founder of The Mersey Sound, President of The Poetry Society, CBE and a Freeman of the City of Liverpool, Roger McGough is performing his new book ‘joinedupwriting’ at one of my places of work (Lancaster University) on Saturday 30th March with his band LiTTLeMACHiNe.

This’ll be the first performance of the new book, at 81 years young – his 75th published book.  (Come on you slackers – get writing!!!)  Roger says it’s his first performance of the new book and he’ll be reading some poems for the first time.  About death, politics and serious stuff – but mainly like they’re funny!!

One of Britain’s best loved poets.

My favourite.

A hero since I was 15.

Check out and  Read Summer with Monika.  And here’s three verses from a favourite:


O Lord, let me be a burden on my children
For long they've been a burden upon me.
May they fetch and carry, clean and scrub
And do so cheerfully.

Let them take it in turns at putting me up
Nice sunny rooms at the top of the stairs
With a walk-in bath and lift installed
At great expense.....Theirs.
It's been a blessing watching them develop
The parental pride we felt as each one grew.
But Lord, let me be a burden on my children
And on my children's children too.


Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Theodore Roosevelt

Son in law Mark Rolland (ex Saatchi & Saatchi, now Facebook) reminded me of this wonderful quote.  From a time when World Leaders actually led!

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”
         Theodore Roosevelt

Lest We Forget!


Friday, February 22, 2019

Gen Z

Gen Z’ers are coming of age – and they’re different.  Fluent digitally, socially aware and more cautious online.  I just read a very insightful article from Sarah Cantillon, Managing Partner of Movement Digital on Gen Z – a group expected to account for 40% of all consumers in 2020.

Sarah makes many insightful points, including:

Gen Z’ers:
·       Are liberally minded, socially and technologically driven, Purpose driven, advertising savvy and want ads they can enjoy and share.
·       Have chosen You Tube as their long form platform.
·       Use Instagram for inspiration.
·       Are most ‘authentic’ on Snapchat.
·       Want to be seen as creative and entrepreneurial.
·       Want to be involved in the Brand conversation.

All exciting news for Brands that truly care and know how to listen, and how to create involving experiences – not just ads.


Monday, February 18, 2019

The Case for Optimism (Part IV)

One of Britain’s favourite poems …

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph