I’ve worked with a lot of people in my career. Many of them talented, hard-working and on occasion, brilliant.
These are the kind of minds that can work a room. They can solve unprecedented business problems. Technologists, strategists, and people who know how to build business from the ground up.
But looking back on these experiences throughout my career, the most memorable colleagues all have one thing in common – they were kind.
The manager who brings a beer to your desk at 4pm and tells you to nick off and enjoy the afternoon. Grant Titmus, that was you.
If you’re reading this, raise a glass. To yourself.
You made it.
Not even a pandemic could stop you.
Not even a recession could stop you.
A year without your friends. Without school. Without travel.
Christmas was cancelled. And birthdays. Weddings. Anniversaries. They were cancelled too.
No gym. No routines. No hugging.
For many people, there was no dating. There was living alone. There was loneliness.
And for others, the pain of being trapped inside four small walls, sitting at a very not-ergonomic desk, on a very not-ergonomic chair. Zoom call after Zoom call. …
I’ve never been a fan of paradise. The very idea of being stuck on an island, with nothing to do but sit by the pool and drink cocktails frightens me. I think it’s the lack of culture, the artificial environments that frighten me the most. After all, a holiday should be about discovering new things, not drinking the same drink you would have ordered at home.
That was, until I washed up on the dusty Maltese shores.
Going in, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I predicted the typical easy-going Southern-European (Italy, Greece) vibe, plentiful sun, cheap wine and…
Admittedly, I hadn’t heard of Brno either.
Located in the south of the Czech Republic, somewhere between Prague and Austria’s capital, Vienna, Brno is a place you probably won’t wind up unless you’re either determined to go there, or — more likely — you just happen to be passing through in a car.
My situation was the latter. An early-summer road-trip from Denmark to Budapest. And after 11 hours of driving through the night, a decent coffee, a quick meal and a gallop across town was on the cards.
Now, this article is intended to make a point. Often, when…
At some collective point in history, hybrid crossover stores became all the rage. Hardware stores started slinging cappuccinos, the local pub got themselves a ping-pong table, and ordering a side of Swedish meatballs at a furniture depot started to make sense.
Coffee shops caught the bug too. And the industry’s diversification from coffee into lush, green and over-sprawling plants is surely complete.
Cafe aficionados have tried to replicate this approach at home, stretching monstera’s alongside their coffee tables, the kitchen, and hardy cactus’ by the window-ledge. Just add the latest edition of Kinfolk magazine and you’ve got yourself the insta-shot.
When Melissa and I travelled to Vietnam in 2019, we both agreed we’ve never visited a place quite like Hoi An.
The history, the town’s impressive preservation, the blend of world-class street food from the north and the south (banh mi, bun cha, pho, cau lau, cha ca). The old ladies with crooked smiles, black teeth, no teeth, carrying their fruit baskets across town. Glowing lanterns being lowered down into the river. And the coffee, oh the coffee.
Most travellers plan for Hoi An as a day trip. But we thought we’d do something a little different and stay there…
Visiting the northern Portuguese city of Porto in the middle of summer is quite the treat. The magnificent central train station is bursting with colour and tourists, delicious port wine is served direct from the barrels, and shopkeepers spring to life — waving their hands wildly, ushering you into their stores.
No longer Lisbon’s ugly sibling, Portugal’s second city has become a special haven in its own right. …
As an Australian living abroad, there are two experiences in life that give me the wonderful, unrivalled and instantaneous sense of being home. The first experience won’t surprise a lot of people. It’s that moment when you touch down on a Qantas flight in Melbourne. Climbing out of the seat, disembarking the flight and making eye contact with the security personnel outside the cabin door. ‘G’day mate’. These two words, above all others, are synonymous with being home.
The second experience is a little more personal. It’s when I sit down in the sun, on the wooden bench outside Market…
When Australian demographer Bernard Salt proclaimed that the financial demise of millennials might be due to their penchant for smashed avocado, I’m not sure even he could have comprehended that one day the humble avocado could be perched atop a crumpled imitation bird’s nest, seasoned with bacon flakes.
But that’s exactly what I was served up at Flora and Fauna in Lisbon, and needless to say it was delicious!
What is a bacon and avocado nest you might ask? Well, let me break it down for you.
The nest itself is made from spiralled, thinly sliced kataifi, which is a…
In business, and in life, we must normalise that it’s okay to change your mind.
In our work, we are constantly being shown new information, new approaches, and new ways of doing things.
And if you read, learn and research a lot, you’re probably not the same person you were a month ago.
If you read, learn and research a lot, you’re probably not the same person you were a month ago.
So why would you hold yourself to a train of thought that you’ve now moved away from?
After all, it would be a failure to not use today’s…