I wanted to tackle what it is like to love in a time of COVID. I have written three such stories, all different, all trying to find out and define this strange time.

A woman stands alone. The dappled morning light plays across her face
A woman stands alone. The dappled morning light plays across her face

I love my husband, have done since the day we met. Been married 15 years.

I tell him (jokingly of course) that Steve Pacouli was once a candidate for his position and could still be. I have stalked him on Facebook a couple of times. I have noticed that he does have more hair than Damian, and still looks like he attends a gym quite often.

Quite.


I wanted to tackle what it is like to love in a time of COVID. I have written three such stories, all different, all trying to find out and define this strange time.

A young woman with her face covered for COVID
A young woman with her face covered for COVID

“Hi”, I heard her say as she entered the emergency room. We were working together and I was looking forward to seeing her. Well, seeing her is a bit much of a description these days. She had walked in with little of herself showing: face mask with its sheer, seamlessly stitched layers of anti-microbial material, over which sat the full plexi-wrap-around mask that protected her face?

Was…


I wanted to tackle what it is like to love in a time of COVID. I have written three such stories, all different, all trying to find out and define this strange time.

A nun sits praying
A nun sits praying

I love my God. I have since long before I was a Nun. Long before I got used to wearing a habit.

People are funny. I often get asked what it feels like to literally be married to something or something that you’ve never seen and never will. …


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He had always been told by his mother to think before he acted. “Think once, so you don’t have to think twice” she had said.

“Think, think, think, boys and girls” had been the cry of Mrs Simpson, his year nine teacher. A person whose bra made visible ruts across her back as it grimly hung on to her large breasts. She should have shouted at herself “think, think think” as she sucked down another cinnamon bun, another lamington. Where was her “think, think, think” as she sucked on another cigarette. …


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“Hey Dan, do you have anything planned for this afternoon?”

He looked up from his mobile and thought a second before responding to his wife. “You know what Janey?” he said. “I heard there’s a good service down at the Funeral Parlour this afternoon. I haven’t been to a good one in a while.”

His wife paused her Facebook post and looked over, “Who is it? Anyone we know?”

“Let me take a look, love.” He pushed his glasses back up his nose and studied the obituaries. The point of his finger slowly going down the list. “Where is it…


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I grew up in a different world populated with a different culture to that of my children. It’s not simply because of such superficial change agents as the internet or mobile phones.

Yes, the world does seem faster and I do sometimes wonder how we ever survived without google as our immediate, ever present brain.

No, there is something more significant than all this. Something where the ramifications will be far deeper than anyone can yet imagine.

My “formative” years were the 70s and 80s. My youngest daughter is 22 and her formative years were this century. Both periods have…


An empty room waiting for people
An empty room waiting for people

Many years ago I was a partner in an Advertising Agency. I was very naive; more of a writer than a shrewd business mind. One of my roles was to look after a new client.

The client was Mocka’s Pies.

Mocka’s Pies was a franchise business. It wanted to do for pies what Baker’s Delight was doing for bread. Our client was the business partner.

I still believe we did some very good work for them. It was fresh and relevant to the nature of the business. And the business grew. I still remember vividly the day I was called…


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Waiting for the client to appear like God handing over gobs of intuition

“Mr Sullivan apologises, but he is running late. He’ll be here in 30–40 minutes.” The Concierge tells us the news in regard to our client.

The meeting had been arranged for a few weeks. We were at Mr Sullivan’s exclusive Club in the City. So exclusive it doesn’t even have a plaque out the front. Just a door. If you haven’t been invited here, then you’re not welcome.

“He just forgot. He was on his way home,” continues the Concierge, “but he is on his way back.”

“Oh, thank you. Not a problem. We’re fine. Lucky he could spare the…


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The four most valuable things I learned from working long hours on Digital Transformation Programs

A Digital Transformation Program (DTP) is supposed to be designed to create a robust framework that should enable the organisation to transition its processes and customer interactions onto more cost effective and efficient digital platforms.

DTPs seem to be all the rage. Over the last 6 years I have been involved in three of them. These were major projects whose combined budgets may have eliminated poverty in a number of smaller countries.

Here’s the most common issues that I’ve seen:

1: Avoid the lift and shift

DTPs are always based on significant technology overhauls. They aim to: “get rid of the old”, “consolidate disparate systems”, “replace…


Over the last 10 years there has been a lot of talk and much evidence on how eCommerce is transforming the retail world. The effect online-commerce has had on music, film, and books is fairly obvious. The effect is now spreading to other sectors such as fashion.

The reason for this is normally a list populated with the usual suspects such as greater convenience, more choice, and better prices. However, I think there is something else lurking away in the bowels of this new experience that has given it the impetus that it needs.

Happiness happens on the way out more than on the way in.

Nobel Prize winner, Daniel Kahneman, one…

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Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and remember where I should be.

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