Tag Archive for Ideas

thoughtful cannes 2018

Postcards from Cannes, the world’s biggest playground for creativity

Beyond the beach and booze, is there a more thoughtful side to the Cannes Lions Festival?   If you have anything to do with brands, marketing or advertising, your social media feeds may have recently been filled with snaps of rosé, yachts and people drinking rosé on yachts. The occasion? The annual Cannes Lions Festival of Creativity. After years of… Read more →

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How to cheat at work

When the itch to play doesn’t abate as you grow up.   Here’s how I used to play. Early in the morning, before anyone else was awake—or at least awake enough to pay me any attention—I would go downstairs and pull on a pair of wellies. In summer, I might not bother. In winter, I might drag a coat over my nightie,… Read more →

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Replay: What we can learn from the earliest forms of play

We need to get back to basics and take ‘frivolous’ play more seriously.   Every day, for anything from 30 minutes to an hour, at some point between lunch and dinnertime I’m forced to play. Waiting patiently for hours, until I’ve wrapped up important phone calls and made a big dent in the day’s work, my playmate isn’t fussy about… Read more →

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Run and play: The joy of jogging

Running is quiet. You run alone. You are free.   I used to run. When I was in school, it was the only sport I did, or could do. Other sports were loud, involving a conspiracy of rules, teammates, spectators and judges, all oppressive. I liked running for its simplicity. Running is quiet. You run alone. You are free. Your… Read more →

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Well spent: How to live a rich life in the age of uncertainty

For those with not much to spend, experiences are the way to spend it. Put down the knitting, the book and the broom It’s time for a holiday Life is a cabaret, old chum So come to the cabaret   I’ve always loved the film Cabaret. I’m grinning and singing along as a female drag queen covered in tattoos belts out… Read more →

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An exist strategy: In business, small is beautiful too

Building for the long run beats racing for a quick exit.   In a picturesque valley, nestled in the southern alps of Japan’s Yamanashi prefecture, lies a traditional Japanese hot spring hotel, an onsen. It’s not big. There are fewer than 40 rooms. Unlike other typical onsens, which operate during certain hours, the baths at this onsen are open 24 hours… Read more →

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Small gesture, big impact: Why the little things we do for others mean a lot

Tiny acts of kindness are a mark of good taste.   It was a rainy spring evening in Toronto when I found myself knocking on an unfamiliar door to see a group of people I’d never met. Earlier that day, I’d quit my job. A few weeks before, a friend had told me about this group that meets once a week… Read more →

smart cities

Smart cities: A runner’s perspective

Being a fairly typical 40-something with a sedentary job, I’ve done what any sensible middle-aged man fearful of an expanding waistline and narrowing arteries would do—I started running. Mainly, I run to work. Most mornings I can be seen dodging cars and pedestrians as I make my way through the centre of London to my office in Soho. Running gives… Read more →

rescue dog

The rescue dog that rescued me: An illustrated story

•   •   •   •   •   I have settled in. Who wouldn’t? I get two beds, two dinners and two walks a day. Polly used to walk on a set route with no stiles (she is small), no fields with livestock (she is terrified of cows) and no mud (she likes to walk fast). But I… Read more →

worst best breakup

The worst (and best) breakup story ever

It is Easter and the Man and the Woman are going on a trip. This is something they do at Easter. Or rather, it is something they have done every Easter since they met. They look forward to it. It’s not always that a Man and a Woman their age get to stay in a house that is not their… Read more →

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Why help makes the best glue

I am five years old. I’m in my bedroom with my coloured pencils and colouring book. Opening the book, I grab a pencil and start colouring. And then, it happens—the thing that always happens to kids my age. I simply cannot stay inside the lines. I am frustrated. It is SO FRUSTRATING! Crying out for my mum to save me… Read more →

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Museum of You: The objects in our homes say a lot about us

There’s a part of me I leave at home every day. It sits on the bookshelf in my bedroom. It’s a little brass rabbit. It used to sit above my grandmother’s fireplace, one of a set of four or five. As a child I was always drawn to it—the littlest one in the group—and I can’t remember if I slipped… Read more →