ever wondered why you had been turned down for a job?

I was in a discussion with a fellow panellist last week on the subject of competition. My angle for the debate had been on purchasing and there were some striking differences between the approach a buyer would take to deciding who to appoint and the way my colleague on the panel would work in their specialism. Let me put it this way:

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The sound of silence

 

The song from which I borrow the title is a personal favourite, but true silence is hard to find and so, for me, quiet does very nicely.

Even more on the joys of writing

You find yourself at a point where you have written something that is published and being read. It may only be a blog or possibly a self published book, but it has attracted an audience, even if just of one.

Happy Father’s Day #fathersday

It being Father’s Day I have, perhaps unsurprisingly, been thinking about my own father, but he is something of a distant memory.

one thing you have to know about irritating me

You know the sort of thing; social media and my email inbox are full of these screaming headlines:

a change of name for the blog

The original blog title of John’s Jottings was a bit ordinary, but I had not been able to think of anything better for some time. However,

eastbound

This piece is being written at 37000 feet over Russia which seems a little risky for a child of the cold war era with vivid memories of what befell Gary Powers when he tried it. I half expect a couple of MiGs to slide into position alongside us and fire warning shots.

watching the ‘planes go by

I’m sitting in terminal 5 at London’s Heathrow just by gates A13/14. It’s a grey day outside, but the promised rain is holding off and the wind is from the west. Runway 27 left is the active take off runway this afternoon so the aircraft are coming towards me as they get airborne.

my first law of public transport

If the service before the one you are now waiting for had been as late running as the one you are waiting for is, you’d be on your way by now.

of teenagers and freedom

I was listening to some teenagers moaning on the bus the other day and one said that they wished that they were “as free as a bird or something”.