“I’m just saying we’d collect more nectar if we weren’t in meetings all day” From the new Private Eye, out now. pic.twitter.com/ylXhB7A5cL — Private Eye Magazine (@PrivateEyeNews) July 11, 2025 Speaks for itself. Also enjoying the comment, been there. Indeed. From apian to Sales. Rudderless,
"To be hired at Vogue in the 1990s, candidates had to recognise all the references on a sheet of 178 names, ranging from the Connaught to Diana Vreeland, proving their cultural bona fides, and their social class." So explained Hadley Freeman. In her review, "Michael M Grynbaum’
I've long remembered the above cartoon. Once more tangentially reminded of it when talking someone through the Ratchet Effect. Technically, it refers to when a direction is so set in train, it's almost impossible to stop. On a bid, you can see this when what you
Active Listening was instilled in me as cubrep. Yet limited in scope back then, basically summarised as 'say what they just said back to them, and check you heard right'. Well, it's a start. Not many reps I met during the mid-90s had heard the term.
Tricky to truly relish football's first 'proper' world club cup tournament. Skewed qualification criteria, player burn-out ignorance, blatant money-grab by the dictator-friendly suits. American stadiums never designed for the beautiful game, climate conditions wholly unsuited for elite ties, poor pitches that would shame the grassroots. Yet