Love is a Crapping Horse! I been wanting to write this for so long that I can't even remember too clearly what I wanted to say. I'm going to attempt to write this anyway, So there! At the outset I must claim that neither the statement nor the support is original. Quoted by Will Truman of the "Will and Grace" fame, it still is a profound statement. So why is Love a crapping horse you wonder? . Like Will says," Love is like being driven in horse drawn carriage on a moonlit night in a beautiful park. In the beginning it’s incredibly romantic but eventually you realise that you're cold and that you are staring at the butt of a horse that is crapping". While this analogy maybe true for some of us, I'm sure that is still percentage of the love population who will take offence at this statement So here is presenting a healthy comparison for and against this statement. Supporting this is easy. Compare 90% of all relationships in your life and I mean not just...
Dissent in Ranks I write this much in shock of the younger generation and the times that we live in today. I’ve now realised advertising and advertising agencies and no longer what we knew and loved. No longer are we living in an era where agencies had one junior ‘flunk’ (I love this term) in the system who got harassed by all and sundry. Instead the trainees/ low lives/ flunks are now a new breed of savvy people who know how to get about pretty much everything. Forget harassing them you’ll actually be quite lucky to get one of them to look at you. No longer is this a set of meek people who agree to anything you tell them, but people who tell you what they want you to tell them. Gone is the age of innocence and discovery and instead it is replaced with knowledge of every advertising book written and articles in every month’s cosmopolitan about how to tell you boss off. And now they come in large numbers. Agencies on an average have 10 trainees across all departments, so this demon is ...
Standing here until you make a move/ Hanging by a moment here with you. It was earlier this morning that I realised with an alarming note that my life has suddenly become directed by other people. Its no longer about what I want to do but about what everyone else in my life is doing and do I want to join in. One year ago, I traded by singledom to get into a life of couplehood. While on the surface that seems like a great transition, the truth is I have lost a lot more of my identity in this year that I have growing up the last 27 years. I’m not saying this in a mildly resentful manner but more in a "I’m so shocked" manner. Now anyone who knows me, thinks (and quite rightly) that I’m the beholder of my destiny, the captain of my ship, the fore runner of my relay team so on and so forth. That I do things when I want them, how I want them and where I want them. People have the option of coming along or be left out. Yet today, I’m standing still. Waiting for someone to tell me ...
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