Fear is the mind killer A long day locked into a meeting with my new needles in eyes clients. All went very well, and they seem very pleasant. The meeting finished at 5:00pm and we were all due to go out for a meal afterwards. As our clients zoomed off to their hotel to change and meet us later, I bought some drinks in the works bar for our team. I felt very cheerful and relaxed. Then yet another in my bout of migraines kicked in. It seems to strike when I feel relaxed, which is annoying as it ruins some of the good times at the moment. The FB took me off to get a migraine treatment from the pharmacy. This seemed to work quickly, and the flashing lights were soon banished, but I went straight home again. Horrible journey in a crowded train, having to stand part of the way with a throbbing head. Ate and then soon went to bed. Slept for a few hours then woke up around midnight feeling sorry for myself. I bought this book ages ago: called Free yourself from fears , by Joseph O'Connor,...
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May you live in interesting times Over my migraine this morning. Which was just as well as work was very busy. Forced a cheeky swim at lunchtime however. I think there will be a concerted effort to get me to stay full time at work, and this may result in a new job position. I will hear more about this in the next day or so I think. I am living in interesting times. Also turns out I will also be flown to Switzerland to present some work for a pitch in a couple of weeks. Probably will have next to no time to see anything of the country, but maybe a few fleeting glimpses between being ferried between offices and airport. I have booked some holiday at the end of September. So at least I have some time off in the future. Coming to the end of Dune by Frank Herbert, as an Audiobook. Published in 1965, it is interesting how the book is so resonant at the moment. The idea of desert power, and people motivated by a combination of religion and politics to resist exploitation of their unique natu...
Chalking-in the sunshine Walked through Soho this morning, as it shook off its late night sleepiness under a sunny sky, on the way to a rival agency for a creative directors' conference with our mutual clients. In the meeting I bumped into an old friend called Phil Morley who I've only seen once or twice since going to his punishing stag weekend in Barcelona some years ago. Barcelona I remember as an exciting but rather blurry place. Turns out Phil's got his own small agency now, not to mention two little girls. Then I took a short stroll through town, and noticed for no particular reason a pavement artist on his knees chalking a cyan arc to begin a picture near the National Portrait Gallery. Made me wonder if the rainy summer had interfered with his trade, and I thought that most of the blue skies he will have seen were the ones he'd chalked on paving slabs. Then off to Glamoursmith for a lively and trying afternoon of work. Met up with Mad Dog in the evening, who need...