Caught the 8.40am ferry to Oban, where I’ll be for a couple of days. Impressive parking by the ferry’s Skipper.
My “lived in” face.
Friday 17th January and found us
Morning people. It’s is Friday 17th January 2025. I’ve a day off! Whoop whoop. Later on catching up with Claire for a coffee after she finishes teaching at the wonderful Western Isles Hotel.
Today I am going to attack personal resentments (actually business as well) that I still harbour. I intend putting pen to paper, fingers to keyboard and so remove them from me. I find that writing and typing such things out takes the power out of them. You see them in front of you, minuscule, unimportant, pointless.
I’ll also do a bit of work on my business website, www.foundus.co.uk, and lovingly write some interesting copy, even if it is only for me. At the moment I am on the hunt for consulting business and search and selection briefs.
But I am now up in Scotland in Tobermory, and have not chased or been in touch with people. And unfortunately the ad’ game likes to have egos massaged, and is notorious at not contacting suppliers like myself, and soon forgetting them to look at the new shiny thing (in this case fecking AI) that they think a) a customer needs, b) can charge for, c) or wax lyrical over, consuming reams of editorial on how it’s to be the next big thing to save the world. Yawn…. And it’s all BS and blah, blah, blah.
People are only really interested in attention being focused on them as they position self as an advertising expert, and in current climes AI. It’s all BS to be frank and the driving of Ego. Rant over.
You don’t need an ad agency to sell you what you don’t need.
Ad agencies in the UK are a waste of space in my opinion for the most part.
A pretty bold statement but one I believe more fully in as I’ve grown older. But like all statements has flaws.
A reputation for charging and piss poor service or Groundhog Day schedules does not endear many to ad’ agencies, and please do avoid them. They damage the institution of advertising and those agencies that do a bloody good job of strategising, implementing, and delivering on a company’s marketing, and quite rightly charge their rate.
And we too can be piss poor and live Groundhog Days.
Like the repetitive agency not taking risk and reinventing the marketing schedule, we can be creatures of habit or dangerous repetition. Dull, staid, and acting out the same narrative. But what we can do is launch a new marketing plan for ourselves as in one sense we are all like a limited company, maybe even a plc. We can at any moment change our marketing narrative to both ourself and world.
We can market of how we live in the moment, that the past is gone, tomorrow yet to come; and in focusing on the now our full attention is devoted to living life and enjoying each moment, not obscuring the next moment.
"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." - Buddha
Footnote
Avoid all the bollocks that is the newsfeed on LinkedIn. You are better than that, as is your business. Time spent on you and your business will attract customers and like minded people; not ego centric posts whose motives are questionable.
Tobermory, Craignuire, Oban in a day
A photo this afternoon of the Calmac Craignuire ferry terminus.
A productive and good day today, which involved catching up with AA chums on a morning meditation Zoom, followed by a face to face/Zoom in Craignuire with Carol, and now typing as I head back on the MV Loch Frisha from Oban to Craignuire. A 35 minute drive to Tobermory, and should be back home before 11pm.
A long day but well worth meeting a team, a group, a tribe of honest, decent people, striving to live good giving selfless lives.
Arriving in Oban on the MV Loch Frisha.
A quiet cabin on the MV Loch Frisha as she heads to Craignuire, Isle of Mull at 21.39.
A fell running club like no other
Erm… I thought about this post, and thought some more, it now being 2025 and now some time sits between the tail end of 2021, and all of 2022 and 2023.
I now have closure after a lot of hard work on self, recognising my bad behaviour. But what is the closure?
When off my tits with addiction and lashing out, the Saddleworth Runners Club and its members had always been an anchor for me. I’d even joined the committer and organised races for the Club. I had friends in the Club, or so I thought. The Club was a safe place, or so I thought. People would understand me, help me, rally around. Or so I thought.
SRC / Saddleworth Runners Club
What I discovered about the Club was that it is heavily populated (not all members) with people who are hypocritical, gossip, and only give two hoots about self. I wish I’d realised I’d joined a running version of a stuck up golf or yachting club, run by a committee with as much empathy and caring as a household brick.
So in making closure I’d like to say thanks to the committee for not having my back, nor most of the members. And most of all to the clique of men and women who make the Club their life and who would not even sully themselves to piss on you if you were on fire, if woe betide your face does not fit or you transgress against the norm.
I am glad to be rid of the Club, glad to remove the windscreen sticker, and thankful, oh so thankful that the cruelty of people helped lead to Tobermory; for we are now truly blessed.
There are some fine people in the Club who have values. But there is a cabal of people, mostly women who can make life difficult. If you are thinking of joining this fell running Club, I’d advise looking to others, as the Saddleworth Runners Club is not what it portrays itself to be.
I think the action of the Chairman, his number, two, the committee, and members has led to a malaise in the Club, so that it has simply become the bastion of white middle class types that also socialise in white middle class places.
And I say and believe this “inclusive” Club could not be anymore “exclusive” if it tried.
Western Isles Hotel - Tobermory, Isle of Mull
Yesterday saw a mirror being installed at Indigo’s house in Tob, 10 minutes walk from our pad, followed by some shopping and then a sojourn to the Western Isles Hotel overlooking Tobermory, for a male 50 something bitch and stich talk session, whereupon the world was put to rights.
Hippy mirror
I’d highly recommend the Western Isles Hotel as a delightful place blending modern with old in its various rooms. With great food its glass covered restaurant commands a stunning view over Tobermory and its bay, whilst I’ve never had a bad meal there.
Tobermory and Mull, to me, always looks stunning no matter the weather and the decision by my wife Claire to take the teacher’s role at the High School ground breaking.
Friends, family, and nice folk (no riff raff) come visit Claire and I in our humble but beautiful abode, atop a hill, with sea views to boot! (Oh, and no members of the Saddleworth Runners Club, the ever so bigoted and un-inclusive fell running Club.)
found us - business consulting and headhunting
Here’s a synopsis of what found us does from Tobermory, Isle of Mull, or Oban on the mainland.
“The pen is mighter than the sword”
The Plumb-pudding in danger, or, State Epicures taking un Petit Souper is an 1805 editorial cartoon by the English artist James Gillray. (Wikipedia)
The phrase “The Pen is mighter than the Sword” was first written in 1839 by Edward Bulwer-Lytton in his play Cardinal Richelieu.
A favourite of mine as I was schooled to love writing and literature. And this has been a constant in my life.
I also believe in words over violence and having spent my formative years growing up in a pub in Macclesfield saw drunken fights that put me off violence for ever more.
That said force can be a necessary if needs must, but as a Jurist at heart it has to be reasonable with foreseeable consequences in any situation. Maybe I’m being an idealist, but that’s how I feel.
Words allowed me to fight back against those who peddle lies and untruths, not to mention gossip, and in 2021 and 2022 I was affected by this, detrimentally to my health.
It is very easy for people to gossip behind one’s back. But don’t be disheartened as they are the ones dumbing themselves down, adhering to heard mentality, and not looking within. They are poor in strength of character and have to attack others to feel secure in themselves, when in fact they are the antithesis, being weak and poor of character and honesty.
And such people clearly cannot handle or take honest words said to them as to their behaviour, choosing first to sneak around like a gang of thieves in the night stealing from a person’s reputation to better their own. At what cost though?
I fought back with words in three clear pieces of prose. With honesty, jest and wordplays; utilising the Web - giving voice to my pain, expunging it, and not letting people off the hook who behaved demonstrably at odds with the public perception they give, and believe is their true selves. I disagreed and still disagree.
Firstly, the Saddleworth Runners.
Secondly individuals specifically, who acted poorly.
Thirdly, a piece about Social Media and of surviving your very person being eradicated by others, by de-friending. Petty, wilful, and on a par with Damnatio memoriae* -
I hope this post and the preceding other posts give courage to those who face bullies, false friends. People who sadly are self serving and seeking, and are not true friends. In fact quite horrible behaviour being exhibited by them; and I for my part have named mine, and shamed them for their actions; just maybe, just maybe, they garner the courage to sit in front of a mirror and think as to who, what, and where they are in their lives. And make changes. Like I’ve had to do, having been a poorly person.
Bibiography
The Big Read: The pen is mightier than the sword so political cartoons are needed more than ever - Herald Scotland
Is Western culture stopping people from growing up? Kidults are all around you - The Economist
*Damnatio Memoriae is a Latin practice or phrase that means "condemnation of memory". It means that a person's existence should be cut out of history. In practice it meant removing the name from official records and monuments.
Storm Bert and a cancelled ferry
I type as the clock moves toward 11.30pm on Sunday 24th November. And I type in Hamilton whereas the original plan was to be in Tobermory at this point in time.
Nessie hand warmer as discovered at Gretna services on the way back to Scotland yesterday
Not being back on the Isle of Mull was due to Bert’s behaviour. What with rain and snow, we now see Bert blowing and violently farting his way through Hamilton and clearly Oban, where we were due to get the 9pm ferry to Craignuire on the Isle of Mull; which was cancelled.
Doggie hand warmer
What a weekend of wild weather
Yours truly had a load of his gear in storage in Denton. This need collecting from the building, with this weekend being the last opportunity, as the people storing my gear were moving out.
So, we were heading down to England when Storm Bert was due to offload his filth across the county.
Friday evening saw the drive to Hamilton to Claire’s folks where we were to stay overnight. It was a pleasant drive from Oban, but the weather along the M6 over high ground was looking and sounding iffy to say the least.
The Boss made a decision that was correct in that we ate some food, booked into the Holiday Inn in Lancaster, and drove forthwith to the city; weather being fine for driving.
We had a nice sleep in a spacious and comfortable room in a hotel I had stayed at over 15 years ago when on business.
It was then off to Denton, and it was blowing a gale with rain in the hotel car park as we started off. This meant it was a veritable spray fest driving on the M6. By now Bert was shifting over mainland England.
We eventually got to Denton and loaded possessions, including touring bike, with the kind help of Brian Potter, a friend, and then hit the road.
M61 northbound fleeing Manchester and Bert
It rained and rained and rained. If Doctor Foster had been out on his rounds he’d have needed a canoe and life vest.
The decision to not head (we discovered) from Hamilton that Saturday morning as was the original plan, was a sane choice on behalf of Claire as there was snow dumped in Scotland, especially in Hamilton.
We made it back around 7.30/8pm to Hamilton, driving through clear and not clear patches, with thick mist for many miles before and after Lockerbie.
Entering Scotland at Gretna
On waking today, Sunday morning, we had planned to leave Hamilton at 5.30pm to arrive Oban 8pm for the 9pm ferry to Craignuire.
As the day progressed so did the wind, to the point of Bert being quite antisocial.
In Oban according to the Met Office the average wind was 30 mph and gusting to 60 mph. Not good. Not good at all.
And no surprise the 9pm and other ferries were cancelled by Calmac. The next ferry we could get on would have to be the 8.30pm on Monday, the following day. So we may as well stay in Hamilton with Claire’s folks, and that Bertie is what we have jolly well done!
So it is off to bed for me now at the ripe old time of 12.04am, Monday 25th November.
Me, myself, and my cold - Thursday 14th March 2024
Morning all, coughing and spluttering away with the Mother of a cold that has had a death grip on me since Monday.. Just gone 5am in the morning in Tameside and cannot sleep, so on the laptop. One of the guys I share with, Damon, is up as well so there is man/male conversation.
I am now at the Doctor’s in Mossley for a check up or as Michael put it a MOT - he’s a friend I bumped into travelling here. Quiet, not me mind you as I’ve just sat down and started coughing again.
Today I have a call with Mike Pegg (http://linkedin.com/in/mikepegg1) who I’ve not spoken to in a while, followed by Adrian Lomas (http://linkedin.com/in/adrianlomas). Again not spoken to him in a while. Two old contacts. The former a Guru as to people and building businesses, the later a die hard never give up businessman. Be nice to chat after what has been a while. I will though seek to have a nap between the Doc’s and the calls, but am loathe to do so as it can bugger up the sleep routine which is all over the show at the moment.
It’s not long until Claire’s Easter holidays from Tobermory High School, and can’t wait to see her. She heads down for April and then two weeks on the Isle of Mull.
The view from the rented house in Tobermory over the bay is stunning and having seen the house know it also has a large garden to enjoy for when the weather improves.
It is a little strange being in Mossley now that we’ve sold the house and no longer live here. I have attachments to the place, will have, but also now have closure, and feel it is time to move on. Some friendships will follow, some won’t and that is the nature of life.
But a great adventure awaits.
I’ve sadly had to put my restart to exercise on hold due to this cold but it does allow me to get other stuff done, and I have a variety of things to complete. This includes catching up with people I’ve not seen in a while, and easing myself into work after time off.
I may not feel it at the moment but I’m excited about the prospect of sea swimming with Claire on Mull. Mild climate even at this time of the year as the Inner Hebrides are touched by the Gulf Stream.
But I am not fully up in Mull until July/August as I have stuff to wrap up here in Tameside and my home town of Macclesfield.
It will be nice to have visitors to Mull, and Claire has already had some in the form of Paul and Lisa Hudson this week. Though I feel for Paul and Lisa as they’ve relied on buses with no car on the island and everywhere’s closed! That said they caught up last night and had fun.
Happiness. Sunday 19th September 2021.
Not posted in a while. Variety of reasons. Today is about happiness. Today is about giggles, mischief, and fun. As personified by Roobarb and Custard. It is about being a child again, and these two characters featured in my childhood. Today is also about letting go of resentments. Because Roobarb and Custard always make up.
Well it is Sunday 19th September and I am happy, yes I am happy. And that is a good, good; well in fact a jolly good feeling after what has been a while and a number of tribulations. I hope my happiness rubs off on people, and I’ll muse below if you fancy a read. I will structure this all around animated cartoons from the years of growing up with particular HOMAGE paid to Cosgrove Hall Films.
You see cartoons can bring the child out of us, remind us of that simplicity and innocence that we hark back to, have lost, but can rediscover. It is about hanging about with pals and adventures.
It is time to go back in a time warp to easier times, when life has been hard with Brexit, Covid.
Roobard and Custard - Anarchy and Living in the Moment
These two hooligans for me sum up what being alive is all about. Anarchy and living in the Moment. So simple, yet so crucial. We should reach into the past as a reminder, but we ought not to live in the past for that is an artifice. Roobard and Custard are cartoon animals, and like animals they live in the here and now. We, mankind, can be foolish in our pursuit and analysis of what has passed and what may yet be. Through reading and meditation we can learn those skills of being in the moment. Being at peace within our story, our timeline.
Dangermouse - Friendship
When I look to Dangermouse and his endearing relationship with Penfold I smile. Through thick and thin we hear the cry of “Crumbs DM!” A now favourite phrase of mine instead of being a potty mouth and swearing.
Be rich in those friends you have, and above all cherish them for you have swift company, sound advice, and love. Do not forsake this or them.
Make friends and choose carefully. I though I’d chosen carefully, but clearly I did not. Do read further, and like myself find your peace in being proud of who you are. Dangermouse is Dangermouse, Penfold is Penfold, You are You.
Chorlton and the Wheelies - Don’t be put down or Judged
Chorlton the Dragon is the epitome of happiness. Simple, cheerful, and brings pleasure to the Wheelies. The is how I seek to be. A happy dragon who does not let the miserable and wicked Fenella the Kettle Witch get on top of him. To the un-initiated Fenella does not like people being happy.
To me, Fenella represents those individuals who fail to see the good, the happiness in life. They have lost direction. After all “… there is a bit of good in the worst of us and a bit of bad in the best of us…” Don’t let the Fenella’s of this world grind you down, or lead you to their way of living. Sadly such people will “crap” on you to make themselves feel better. In fact to justify what they do and how they behave.
Realise, Like Chorlton the happy Dragon, that you cannot control people, places, and things. Especially people. You focus on “keeping your side of the street clean”. Chorlton is oblivious to Fenella and happy. You concentrate on your “s**t” and let such people “keep their side of the street clean”. In doing so you obtain a freedom that is unbridled. (Have a read of The Art of Happiness by the Dalai Lama.)
When I had a meltdown in July and August of “quality” proportions it was somewhat interesting in retrospection to see who rallied around me. Yes, I was at fault and yes erratic to put it mildly, but I have seen both the humanity and the inhumanity. What opened my eyes to crisis, personal meltdown, and self-questioning were those who were not there for me. But over time I realise that harbouring resentments only bites you in the bum. A resentment is simply a fear. But a fear of what? Of not being liked, of being alone in my case.
But I reverse engineered my thinking and understood that you only have control over yourself and not others. So focus on you, since you will not change these people and how they act. And to harbour resentments ties you to the past, when we in fact live in the moment. Face your fears (resentments) and realise you are rich in this life.
I was lost but found by real people. True friends.
Jamie and the magic Torch - Always Dream
Can you remember Jamie and his dog Wordsworth? Ever night was a dream. As adults were stifle our inner child, our happiness, because we are sucked into the system we live in. I suggest you head off for a walk and pretend to be a child exploring, looking for adventure, mischief maybe. Go somewhere different, where you have not been, go alone. Re-connect with that sense of adventure and forget the present and its challenges. In re-connecting you feel that inner happiness you once felt as a carefree child. It creates a sense of peace, of happiness, of seeing the colours in the trees, the smell of the air.
Day dream of what could be, but don’t sit in melancholy. This will inspire you and potentially break a cycle you feel trapped in. How many of us have become subservient to a system and people that teaches us “it’s way of life”? You can but choose your own life if you dream and remember what you wanted as a child.
It is never too late. I’ve learnt that.
Mr Ben - We all “wear” Personas
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,”
Shakespeare - As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7
We are ourselves when with ourselves. Only we are the true person when alone. In life we become players wearing a persona and it is healthy to be aware of this. It is not wrong, it is what we do. But be aware that you may be wearing a mask, and may not need to. Be true to yourself, read below. Note the part I have placed in BOLD.
“Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for. There- my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,545
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar:
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all- to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell. My blessing season this in thee!”
Polonius to Laertes, Hamlet Act 1, Scene 3.
Sometimes we have to wear a mask, for example to accommodate people, e.g. when talking to a young child. But as an adult be true to yourself and speak your mind. If someone is p*****g you off, tell them. Do not stew in this because this does not lead to happiness. Make your happiness. Choose your happiness. So as you choose your mind set your behaviour will follow, as the happy sun follows the lonely darkness. I say darkness because in not being who we are we can lose ourselves in the dark.
Suggested Reading/Bibliography
The Art of Happiness by the Dalai Lama.
The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle.
Irresistible: Why you are addicted to technology and how to set yourself free by Adam Atler.
The Chimp Paradox by Prof Steve Peters.
The Ocean at The End of The Lane by Neil Gaiman.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig.
What I talk about when I talk about Running by Haruki Murakami.