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One for the quiet people

Being nominated for and winning the 2016 comms2point0 lifetime achievement unaward for services to communications makes me immensely proud. Thank you to everyone who voted, I’ve been humbled by the support.

Special thanks also to Kate Bentham for nominating me and being a top campaign manager – we did alright for a couple of introverts. I really was happy on the inside. No really!

I’m honoured to have been thought of in the same company as previous winners of this special award; Fran and Sarah, who recently penned her thoughts on what winning the 2015 award meant to her. A mention also to Karen Newman too, you do great things also.

Sarah’s post rightly talks about how recognition of our work is an opportunity for reflecting; both on how we got here, on work yet to do and how our experience might be used for the greater good.

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Life’s what you make it

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I’ve recently been nominated for a lifetime achievement award for services to communications. Reading the kind words someone had taken time to craft into a 100 word summary, in effect covering my working life so far, was quite moving but also a bit unnerving.

So firstly, thanks Kate for nominating me. I’m honoured to be in the company of other nominees and previous winners. They do some great things.

There followed a fair bit of congratulatory banter and support on social media and in person for which I’m really grateful, somewhat embarrassed by and which posed me a dilemma which has pretty much been my Achilles heel since my teenage years.

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A little communication shop of horrors

grabEvery now and again I see a tongue in cheek write up about jargon and vocabulary use that makes us communications professionals have a little laugh, then a think and then look at ourselves in the mirror. This recent one by Louise Powney is the best I’ve read in a long while and, cough, quite close to home. Take a read and pop back! It spawned this post on a similar theme.

I, and no doubt many other comms professionals, have a little test to check things are on track and still making sense. I call it the ‘mum or bloke in the pub test’. Ask yourself “would your mum/man in the pub understand?” Answer yes; great, crack on. No; you’d best edit it some more then. Continue reading “A little communication shop of horrors”

People like us

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I really haven’t felt like saying this in a fair while, so to put it down in words obviously means something has changed. This week has been a good week. I mean a really good week.

Good, not so much for what’s been produced workwise or on the home front, though I’ve had my moments, but in terms of realising I’ve had a period where I’ve been saying I’m fine in the usual pleasantries, when actually it’s been a bloody hard slog and I probably haven’t been fine.

I’ve noticed things this week that made me realise I’ve got my mojo back, which is good.

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Respect in how we share

It wasn’t the trip we’d planned. It wasn’t the Friday night the majority of people had planned. We were lucky; a forgotten set of keys and what might have been.

We were in Paris the weekend of the terrorist attacks. Whilst deeply saddened, shocked and since troubled by it; we came home. Hugged by friends and relatives and helped through the weeks after at work by colleagues, we thank everyone for their concern. Others weren’t so lucky. 

Our thoughts are with them and their families.

Events in Paris that Friday night circulated round the world unbelievable quickly leading to all sorts of issues. For us, it meant trying to contact family and friends to let them know we were safe without alarming them. Work colleagues were sending messages of concern too. We responded as best and appropriately as we could.

People didn’t need to be there to be affected and events like these impact many people in many different ways.

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Waiting for the little, big stuff

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The following words are from a partly overheard conversation – “I just wish they’d get on with the little, big stuff”. I didn’t hear the response but the words struck a chord.

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Considerings from #localgovcamp 15

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In the true tradition of ‘post event considerings’, due to time restrictions, this year I’ve used some of the suggested feedback questions to tease out my thinking on Localgovcamp 2015.

Firstly a big shout out to the organisers, sponsors, attendees (especially those who came a long way to Leeds). It was a good couple of days and I hope you enjoyed your trip to my home town. I learned stuff and it was good to catch up with others who care about local government. Continue reading “Considerings from #localgovcamp 15”

Ethics of sharing

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The decision to print the image of the younger Syrian brother, who drowned whilst his family were attempting to get to Greece, became a focal point, increasing debate about the migration issue but also about use of the photo.

This isn’t a post about that photo, however I’ll watch that debate with interest as it will no doubt be compared to Nick Ut’s Napalm girl and the image of the Iraqi soldier from the Gulf war. Both images had significant potential to change public opinion if published; which they were.

This is relevant because I’d just launched a photoblog about people watching, following a recent realisation that I’ve moved from seeing where I go not so much in terms of places but more in terms of how people interact with those places.

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In the eye of the beholder

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There are many sculptures in Opatija, Croatia where I spent my summer break. Most of them portray people who have influenced its history. One however has created its own history and captured my imagination. The maiden with the seagull by sculptor Zvonko Car.

I passed it many times whilst walking along the promenade into town, often sitting and wondering who it was, why it was there and how many others had seen it. I imagined she came alive at night and sat on the benches for a rest and talked through people’s problems with them. Continue reading “In the eye of the beholder”

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