Thursday, August 23, 2007

Don't KNOCK it until you've tried it.



Got this email today from a friend (who shall remain nameless).
From a logical perspective it's the funniest thing I've seen in a long time


"Never underestimate people’s preparedness to believe any oul shite. Massive coverage was given in the national press today to the Supreme Grand Wizard Sean Brady or whatever the fukk he calls himself who had a go at the Tarot card readers and Astrologers of the Country. And where did he do this? Knock of all places, Knock - where a group of hallucinating peasants said they saw the mother of god on the gable end of a church. You couldn’t make it up"


American papers please copy.

Change your mind!



Saw the news yesterday (an unusual enough event at this time of year) and they were doing a vox pop about the continuing American involvement in Iraq.

The reporter stopped this woman on the street and asked her if she supported the war in Iraq.

she said she did.

He asked why.

She said cos she voted Bush.

He asked why she voted Bush.

She said cos he supported the war on Iraq.

This is not a post about the war in Iraq, it's a post about how we think and how we rationalise decisions, we get caught in a loop, not always as obvious as this one... but we just do.

"So Michael will we sack John?
No
Why?
Cos I appointed him"

"So Phillip will you close your business?
No
Why?
Cos I started it"

I know i'm not getting this across very well and that my thinking is still fuzzy, but it appears to me that logic has less and less a role to play in our society.

By the way I really hope the Madeline McCann thing is not going in the direction the Portugese press thinks it should be going, I don't think our psyches would be able to handle the fact that people invested real sympathy and real tears in a lie.

If it turns out they did it, nobody will ever look beyond the parents in anything similar ever again, lets wait and see.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Bloody Football!

Why do I put myself through this?

Saturday, senior championship, was a sub, 1 point defeat after leading by 5 with 15 mins left

Sunday, intermediate championship, playing, 1 point defeat after leading by 5 with 15 mins left,

Monday, minor championship, manager, 4 point defeat after leading at half time and playing the 2nd half with the wind.

Tonight... training again

Insania.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

We really do need to talk about kevin!



I don't normally read much fiction, but it being August and the weather being complete shite, I've robbed the shelves of a few novels lately, in fact I've read four in the last two weeks.

This is the stand out by a mile.

It's a great read which reminds me of the only time in my life I rang a radio show, it was Gerry Ryan about ten years ago and he was doing a piece on this English guy who was waiting to be executed on death row, and Gerry was doing his populist bit about what he'd like to see done to your man if it was Gerry's daughter he murdered.

He's all death penalty the bould Gerry, so i rang him up and asked him what he'd think if it was his son who did the killing, how would he feel then?

He gave me all this rubbish about how no son of his could ever do something like that. Funny enough I bet most parents of murderers would have felt the same

Anyway, that's what the book is about, it's from the mother of the perpetrator's perspective, and it's a damn good read, enjoy it (although enjoy is really the wrong word)

Monday, August 13, 2007

Rage, Rage, Rage.



I love my Apple powerbook, it's quick, easy to use and most of all looks drop dead gorgeous.... but sometimes even the things we love most have little faults that drive us round the feckin bend... and my G4 is no exception.

We've been together about 20 months and early in our relationship it could do no wrong, i was just thrilled to be seen along with it, and when someone was using one just like it in a movie or a tv show i would exclaim "what a smart person, look at the beautiful laptop they have"

It seemed our relationship put me right up there with Hollywood and I would never miss an opportunity to show her off.

And then one day she let me down...bad.

As often is the case it was only a little thing... her powercable broke, just when i was about to use her for an important presentation, and for a week i fumed at her, but i got a replacement cable, not a replacement laptop and things returned to normal, well not normal exactly, i noticed a difference in our relationship, i did not trust her so much anymore... and i was often found checking her cable and wondering would she let me down again.

Well she did... last week in fact... it's cost me a lot of grief and no little money, and i still don't have one..so she sits there, useless.

The guys in the computer store look at me now with a little sympathy, where once just to have her with me drew envious looks and great appreciation... this morning when i went (in vain) to collect her cable, they just looked a little sorry for me... did she let you down again they said...and i had to admit that yes..she had.

It's the same fault as before they said... she's flawed... and although we can patch her up for now... there's no guarantee she won't let you down again in future.

They never said it outloud... but i knew what they were thinking..

We have a beautiful one... a hollywood one... sans flaw... one you can take out with you and all you will draw are admiring glances... the old one will never do that again.. let her go... we'll take care of you.

But i can't... i still love her and want to give her every chance.. despite knowing that her cable may still let her down again... i'm going to give it one more chance.

There is a moral in this story... and it's this.

APPLE.... GET YOU'RE BLOODY FINGER OUT AND STOP MAKING BEAUTIFUL PRODUCTS WITH FATAL FLAWS..

I have macs... ipods.... and in the autumn i fully intend to have an iphone when they come out... but christ almighty why do you have to make it so hard to love you?

It's a bloody cable.... the most important part of beautiful design is that it does the shaggin job in the first place...

Rant over!

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Some Days!




It's August, this month has frustrated me every year since I started the business, difficult to get work, difficult to get paid, difficult to contact people.

After my first August in this business I swore that I would create a situation where I could take the entire month off and enjoy myself, but it has not happened yet!

The problem is stuck in the middle, i'm neither at work or not at work right now, I have a lot of work lined up for September, but no one wants to see me for the next few weeks.

That sums me up right now.. stuck in the middle.

The only thing that gets me going when I feel like this is deliberately focussing on the good things, the things in my life that make it wonderful, family, friends, sport, fun, and the knowledge that this vacant somewhat gloomy phase will drift by, like it's always drifted by before... there's so much to appreciate and so much to look forward to.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Self awareness (self obsession)




It's mad really, that Socrates lad (or was it Aristotle) reckoned the unexamined life is not worth living, and yet these days the whole world is unhappy because everyone spends massive amounts of time staring at their navels and concluding that yes indeed they are too fat, poor, busy, neurotic, lazy, unhealthy, old, useless or some other bloody thing that can only be corrected by weightwatchers, Tony Robbins, Deepak Chopra, Garnier or Dr. Bobs mental agility training.

Maybe people should live a bit more and have a bit more craic instead of constantly looking for artificial holes that can only be filled by (expensive) miracle cures.

Them lads Aristotle and Socrates might have been better off having a few pints rather than starting off this obsession lark.

Monday, July 30, 2007

The wonder of google and youtube!





It's unbelievable, the sun is actually shining in Sligo, and we are told it may even shine tomorrow as well.

We threw a big outdoor party yesterday and had tons of friends round, it was great fun and i think everyone had a great time. The weird thing is that google has the potential to feck up that staple of all parties, the lively debate (we would never call them arguments.

Yesterday both Google and Youtube amazed a few people with thier capabilities, the conversation was about olympics when two of the lads had a difference over what race Dave Wottle won at the Munich Olympics in 1972.. there was no agreement so inside for the computer, a quick google and we had the Wikipedia entry for the bould Dave, which proved that TJ was right.. then he asked was there any pictures of Wootle on the net.. a quick youtube later and i was able to say..."i'll do better than that... would you like to see the race?" and so there were a load of people sitting on the patio watching the 1972 800 metres final.

the world is changing pretty rapid.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Saints and sinners!




That's just the way we like it.... serve it to us fast and quick please....

Delighted for Harrington.... the fact that he cracked and choked on the 18th when he had it in his grasp will barely be remembered... he's now officially a saint.... despite his inperfections.

And what about Joe O'Reilly.. the fact that he murdered his wife will never be forgotten... he's now officially a demon ... despite his apparent successes in life and the emails that show him as a concerned father.

Ah well.....Saints and Sinners...... that's apparently the way we like it....

I'm glad something like the Sopranos came along and challenged even in a small way this type of thinking... my experience of life is that one thing makes you neither either way... one act of evil does not make you a demon... and one big prize does not make you transcendant.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

What a strange trade!




There are many things in this life that i have no understanding of, international currency markets, sex trafficking and certainly the drug trade.

Having never touched the white powder i've often wondered what is so special about it that normal people will consume it in massive quantities, but in my maddest imagination i had no idea it was this big... is it possible that someone can be transporting €200 Million of the stuff round for the Irish market, i mean, if a couple of lines costs €20, and that's enough to get one person high, then €200 Million is enough to get 10 million people coked up, this is a better business that selling burgers at closing time, except that we don't have 10 million people so some folks will have to do it twice.

Maybe we should just legitimise the stuff, if it was taxed like drink and cigarettes then the street value would be over a billion euro, we could do wonders with the revenue, i mean if the end users are going to do it anyway, and it appears they are, it would be better to spend the money on new sports pitches for the community rather than equestrian centers and villas in alicante for Gilligan and his likes.

I can hardly believe i'm going to say this, but i'll do it anyway..... I agree with former minister for justice McDowell on this one...... the end users have impunity, and while they do people will always traffic.... a better way of stopping this is to damage the middle class demand (the 10 million)...

A few well timed and very public armed raids on the dinner parties and venues where the social drug is consumed would have a far greater effect than trying to take on the criminal gangs.... cos the middle classes understand shame, and it's one of their greatest fears.

Let's get a few SWAT teams into Rathfarnham or wherever the intelligence tells them they have to be, let's have a few high proflle convictions for possession and use.... then maybe we'll put the traffickers out of business, cos everybody know's the main reason businesses fail (even criminal businesses) it's when there's little or no demand for the product.... and if the spoilt classes want to continue to indulge their habit, let's make sure there are consequences.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

I gotta love Ricky Hatton



Never knew much about this lad, but he appears to be a rock of sense.

"Hatton then spoke about the relationship between himself and Wayne Rooney, a fact that astonished many observers given Hatton's frequently stated love for Manchester City.

"Wayne and me go back a long time, as he is from a family of boxers. I fought his cousin David who boxed for the Croxteth club and Wayne saw the fight, since then he has followed my career with great interest. He is a great lad and we don't have none of that stupid hatred that you get between certain clubs. Wayne could have actually been good at the boxing if he had chosen to go that way instead of football."

Hatton was touched by the level of support that he received in Las Vegas, among whom were Rio Ferdinand, Joe Cole and Wes Browne. Did he see any blurring between the sports of football and boxing?

"I have a lot of mates who are footballers, Robbie (Fowler) and Joey )Barton) took me up to watch Rangers as they are big fans, but to be honest I really didn't enjoy the atmosphere at all. It might seem strange coming from me ,but the atmosphere was aggressive without being hard if that makes sense. I really didn't understand them at all. I then went with Wayne and Roy a few years back to watch Celtic and it was magic. Their fans were passionate and supportive and gave us a great welcome without getting in our faces all the time. Celtic has a lot in common with City in that they are the people's team of their city (sorry Wayne!) and they haven't forgot their roots, a real working class team which does credit to the city they represent".

The same may be said of Ricky Hatton a man who has brought great distinction to his city without compromising his background or his working class values"

Monday, June 25, 2007

Lost.

Had a lovely weekend, but feel totally lost for the last day or so, went down yesterday to visit Ger's family and I have so much going on in my head since.

I have hundreds of questions, but the most important one is "why Ger and not me?", and the randomness of it all makes me very angry, actually that's not what makes me angry, what really angers me is the people who try to explain... who try to explain it through religion mostly, I can understand how we can tell children stories to make them feel better and understand, a bit like Santa Claus, but as adults surely we can accept that parts of life are completely random and can't be controlled no matter what you do.

Two things.

1. Yesterday afternoon the limerick manager Richie Bennis was interviewed after a match and he put the win down to the fact that he attended a novena in limerick during the week, and described the win as "our lady's first miracle for limerick" I mean FOR FUCK'S SAKE" did the Tipperary people not pray hard enough or something, it's bloody ridiculous that we laugh at native americans doing rain dances and new guineans putting bones through their noses, but we believe this shit... maybe if Ger had prayed harder... well that's your reasoning Richie....I give up.

2. Actually i can't be bothered about the second thing.... still angry but think the rant has helped me a little bit... the thing about life is that there's no grand plan lads... it's a combination of personal choices and random chance... looking to the heavens, or doing a dance, or putting the bone through your nose in an futile attempt to believe that we can guide the chance bit is just delusional, maybe it helps some people to deflect responsibility for just living as big and as free and as strong as they can, but I'll take my chances thanks very much.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Why i love sport.

So Sligo beat Roscommon at the weekend, as i'm from Roscommon and live in Sligo I've had nothing but notice and slagging since, most of it good natured, with a few spiteful and caustic assholes thrown in for good measure, like the cavemen behind me on Sunday who derived great pleasure at the final whistle from calling me "an ugly Roscommon cnut"and telling me i could "F**K off back to Roscommon", but a lot of the Sligo lads and management are mates of mine and i'm delighted for them.

What i love about it is that it reflects life, we could stay away from all the matches and experience no pain at all, but then how would we enjoy the pleasure when this useless pack of knucks finally surprise us all and win something, so it's simple for me... either participate and take the belts on the chin or give up...and i'm not giving up cos i remember being there in 1974, 1977, 1978, 1980, 90, 91, 2001 and in ennis last year,,,, and on those good days it was made all the sweeter because of the terrible days..... so fair play to Sligo, and roll on the qualifiers..i'll be there.

PS. Have a match tonight that i'm just bigtime looking forward too, it's funny how quickly we get over our disappointments.

I hate blogger so much.

I noticed today that the post i spent half an hour writing last night and published 3 times has vanished into the ether and it looks like i never update my blog.... again.

I'll be starting a new business blog today over at www.newton.ie and I really have to keep adding to it, my biggest downfall in life is that i'm not always the most disciplined, sure i can do it if the stakes are high enough, but sometimes i'm not convinced that they are and that's when i let it go for a while without doing anything about it.

The really important things in my life i have no bothered being dedicated to and disciplined about... it's important that i see this new site and new blog as really important... that's what will help me make a success of it..

wish me luck and call over to see it.

now i wonder will this publish?

Monday, June 11, 2007

Grab it.

My friend Ger died yesterday.

I'm more convinced than ever that I need to live life as big as possible.
Cancer is an equal opportunities employer, it does not discriminate on who it strikes and takes, and there simply is no reason for some stuff, we all try so hard to find meaning and reasons for everything, maybe there is none? maybe many things iin life are just completely cosmically random.... think of the fluke meeting you had with your now best friend, maybe you were put sitting beside them in school, or sat beside them in a dressing room, or were in a Q at the same time in Tesco.

It's the same with our partners, we just happened to be in a certain place at a certain time, i know that my life was dictated and directed by a draw from a hat in 1985, there were six people in training and six national offices to send them too, there was Sligo, Tralee, Mullingar, Dublin, Galway and Kilkenny. My name came out beside Sligo, it's been wonderful for me but the truth is i'll never know what it would have been like if i'd got Tralee, or Kilkenny but i do know it would have been different, chances are i'd be working at something different, married to someone different, have a different circle of friends and worst of all my children could have Kerry accents.

I think there's a lot to be said for poker, there's no control over the cards you get dealt, the best players are the ones who know how to make the best out of them.... Ger certainly played his well...

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Pressure!

The one thing that creates great businesses, the one thing that creates great performances, the one thing that develops great managers.... the pressure!

It's a gift really, but sometimes it's impossible to see that.

We rarely get to do anything wonderful or creative in the absence of some stimulus, and one of the best stimuli is a bit of pressure, i feel under a bit at the moment, but it's one thing that really gets me going, so therefore i should really be glad of it.

We certainly should not universally see pressure as a bad thing.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Reaching for Glory!



God that was great........the Irish six nations campaign documentary is just over and i so enjoyed it, but more important than that i think i learned something tonight.

Life is generally hard work and mediocrity, but if you stick that out, if you stay at it, then life will be punctuated by beautiful moments, moments when your heart rises with joy and you realise that it's beautiful and precious.

I've had loads of those moments, moments of absolute beauty, Horgans try against England, the birth of my two daughters, the final whistle in the 96 final, my first Christmas morning in our first house, winning a huge contract, a morning in Vienna, a chat this evening with my daughters, a walk on the beach, coming round a corner in Seville, and there are a few that i should not share really, intimate moments of Joy that make life worth living.

There are terrible moments too, the death of my dad, losing contracts, the evening Joy stopped breathing, stuff that would rock me sideways but then i remember that there will be more moments of ectasy in the future.

It's the stuff in the middle i find hard, the boring stuff, the slogging stuff, the fighting through stuff.... but tonight showed me something, it showed me the value of that mediocrity... without that there will be no moments to look forward too, without that investment there will be no reward, I'll be a spectator, and i don't want to be a spectator, i want to be a player, to fight it out, to take the knocks, to persevere and to take the chance of losing as well as the chance of winning....that's the stuff that makes life worth living.

There's a moment in the documentary where all is on the line, where the whistle has not gone, and Ronan O'Gara is lying on the ground unconcious, and at that very moment, when the prize was in sight, when it was almost there, John Hayes forgot about the ball, forgot about the game and went to his friend...and that moment was beautiful, it showed the courage of a man and the real place of sport.

Sport is important because it can bring moments of beauty to a life, like art can, but never ever at all costs.. and that's what i learned tonight, life is precious, sport can make life beautiful, but it's life that's precious.

If you get a chance to see it..... do.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

How do you do?





People don’t really say “how do you do?” anymore, but it will be an unusual encounter where you won’t get asked “what do you do?” pretty early on.

I’ve had various answers to this question over the years, most of them fairly accurate like “I’m a clerk in the post office” and some not quite so accurate like “I’m a financial advisor” (which really meant I sold insurance).

In the last four years it’s gotten more tricky, now when I tell people that I help business owners, customer service staff, sales people and managers to exceed targets, they generally look at me like I have four heads and ask the question again.

People want to put us all in boxes, we want to know that Mick is a guard, Kate is a teacher, Johnny sells cars and Mary’s got a good job working for the bank, but the world is changing, and it’s not that easy anymore to pigeonhole people based on their primary occupation. Several years ago in his book “The elephant and the flea” the author Charles Handy spoke of a future where many of us would be what he called “portfolio” workers in that we would derive income from several different sources.

Many of these sources would not be at all visible to the outside world, and most of them would not even be what we traditionally called “work”. As we speak there are neighbours of your’s busy making money trading on ebay, testing computer games or even playing poker with Canadians.

In the past twenty years there have been many changes to what Irish people traditionally called work, a great number of people have become financially successful via property, a great many farmers primary occupation is paperwork and there are more and more people deriving their income through the entertainment industry, whether it’s in ringtones, websites or computer games.

The great thing is that no matter what the work that people do, there will always be a need for entrepreneurs to start it, salespeople to sell it, customer service staff to service the customers and wherever one or more are gathered on a project there will always need to be managers there to manage it, and you better believe that there will always be targets, and then bigger targets, and then even bigger targets.

So whether it be the manafacture of hydraulic equipment, landscape gardening, developing software or running a nightclub, the same basic skillset needs to be there to do it really well, these are the skills of running a business, sales, customer service and management, these are the foundations and after that if you can build better services, make quieter hydraulics, provide a better nightclub or grow better geraniums then you’ll be well on the way.

I help people with the “how” of sales, management, entrepreneurship and customer service so that people can really shine when they do what they do well, it’s not about what they do anymore, it’s about how they do it.

Those who do it brilliantly will be the successes of the future, those who do it poorly will eventually find themselves doing something else, it’s the way Darwin explained the world, the survival of the fittest and it’s no different now than it was all those years ago.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Election 2007

Have been a bit absorbed by this the last few days, and have a ticket to the count in Sligo on Friday, so am looking forward to that. It's been a brilliant last few days of the campaign, here's what i think so far.

FF. Great rally at the end, Cowen definate future leader, Bertie super on live debate, murdered Enda, looking at a solid performance, as you were or slighty down in seat terms.

FG. Exposed over the last few days, Kenny has done a great job as the party leader, but won't be trusted to deliver as country leader. Overall vote up (not hard)

Lab. Murdered in the run in... hanging onto FG's coat tails for dear life, fairly sure there won't be enough without a huge green performance.

Green. Have lost out in the great leadership race, will fall between the stools, should have thrown in thier lot with the alliance for change, will find themselves out in the cold.

PD's Getting a wee bounce from strong FF performance, would have written them off a week ago, will be donw from 8 seats but may still (although i doubt it) retain the disproportionate power they have wielded for the last ten years.

Sinn Fein. Terribly uninspiring and insipid campaign, have missed a great opportunity to move forwards towards 11 or 12 seats. Still it will come down to FF either forming a Govt with the greens and the independents, going to bed with Mary Lou, or heading back to the country....... or we can see Pat Rabbitte doing the country some service by saving them from the terrible shinners.

In Sligo it's Devins (FF) and Perry (FG) as certs, and after that it's going to be fought out by Comiskey (FG) who has the Leitrim advantage, Scanlon (FF) and McManus (SF) I have a sneaking suspicion that Comiskey might sneak it off Leitrim geographical voting with Lab and FG transfers.. cos McGarry and Henry are unlikely to get a quota between them and FF will suffer from not running a third candidate with a Leitrim base.

Still interesting times ahead.

What i love about sport.

So Sligo beat Roscommon at the weekend, as i'm from Roscommon and live in Sligo I've had nothing but notice and slagging since, most of it good natured, with a few spiteful and caustic assholes thrown in for good measure, like the cavemen behind me on Sunday who derived great pleasure at the final whistle from calling me "an ugly Roscommon cnut"and telling me i could "F**K off back to Roscommon", but a lot of the Sligo lads and management are mates of mine and i'm delighted for them.

What i love about it is that it reflects life, we could stay away from all the matches and experience no pain at all, but then how would we enjoy the pleasure when this useless pack of knucks finally surprise us all and win something, so it's simple for me... either participate and take the belts on the chin or give up...and i'm not giving up cos i remember being there in 1974, 1977, 1978, 1980, 90, 91, 2001 and in ennis last year,,,, and on those good days it was made all the sweeter because of the terrible days..... so fair play to Sligo, and roll on the qualifiers..i'll be there.