quirky

Here’s something threateningly bizarre I came across from a ‘Lifestyle’ section of an English broadsheet a while back. Whilst I can in no way condone the book this was supposedly taken from, the concept intrigued me linked with how to handle yourself as an incumbent. Specifically, how you can

Spookily following on from yesterday’s post, I heard yet more talk radio, this time on BBC Radio 4. It was about neutrinos. There was a potentially baffling half-hour on how our view of the universe has swung each time a new physics theorem is ‘proved’. The one useful selling

I heard a radio phone in the other day which pitted two scientists against each other. What struck me, was that both ‘experts’, eminent in the field, claimed sole ownership of the “facts”. How could this be when both opinions were polar opposites? Two pointers emerged. The first is to

When it comes to providing negative feedback, I have rarely heard a salesman deliver what could be described as constructive criticism. In almost every case, the stereotypical dominance takes over. “That’s not good enough” is as mild as I can recount, minus the raised voice and expletives. I’ve

[http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/apr/10/hands-up-to-protest] Here’s something interesting to try at your next meeting. Provided you know the protagonists well. Not only would it be likely to provide a bit of sparkle, it may also encourage more open participation. I’ve a sneaky feeling

I still have a secluded box with all the papers gathered during my first baby steps in selling. Ravenous for knowledge, I kept all sorts of training notes, photocopied articles and in-field scribbles. Rummaging through it lately, I came across a copy of an essay from my undergraduate days. It

Kelvin MacKenzie [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelvin_MacKenzie]. Not to everyone’s taste. Or should that be to anyone’s? Every time the former editor of the country’s biggest selling tabloid appears on the Skynews late-night paper review, he says something that makes the presenter squirm. Last night

A friend of mine recently reminded me of a tale from his schoolday’s employment. His Saturday job was helping out at the local garden shop. The pay wasn’t huge of course, but one evening when locking up the owner asked, that as he didn’t have a lot

Relax, this isn’t a post for political anoraks. I never had much time for Ché myself mind you. My post’s title refers to the latest emerging trends from the UK’s two main parties. You’d be forgiven for thinking that they espouse the same thing. You see,