A few months ago I was compelled to write an ‘open letter’ (http://bit.ly/1dkuwcA). I suggested I’d organise a ‘sleepathon’ in San Francisco in aid of the homeless. The response has been amazing – if we can get just a few more people to sign up, it looks this event will happen in September! If you’re … Continue reading San Francisco Sleepathon… is coming!
A few months ago I wrote this 'open letter'. The response was amazing and I'd like to see if I can make this event happen in September in San Francisco - so I wanted to repost this here and then I'll follow on with more details shortly. If you're interested in joining (or if you're not … Continue reading Sleepathon
"This week's really busy". "Sorry I'm slammed at the moment". "We're manic"."It's crazy". I get about 100 emails every week with something that let's me know that me that the sender is really very busy. We've created a culture where it's necessary, cool even, to exclaim how busy we are. The amount we have to do … Continue reading I’m Busy, You’re Unimportant
[Sorry, a little behind posting this...] It’s New Year’s Day and I have a splitting headache. It’s a year to the day that I split up with my girlfriend. That wasn’t a good day. I had a headache then too. Despite the similarities, a lot has changed this last year. Indulge me for a moment, … Continue reading Not Me
Over the last month I’ve been living in a van in Silicon Valley, more on that here and here. I’ll post some adventures soon on Simpletom... but today I want to explore working like it’s the weekend. I get my best work done at the weekends. Not that I want to be working at the … Continue reading Work Like it’s the Weekend
Hmmm... I am currently here, but I’m about to move back to San Francisco whilst wanting to settle here, where I'm trying to to buy a house. Well done Simpletom... you're managing, quite dedicatedly, to ignore all of your own advice. Over the next few months I will immerse myself and my business in 500 Startups, … Continue reading It’s OK
(or the art of Growing Down) Yesterday was my birthday. I was dressed as a ninja cow at a festival, squeezed into a west-country barn full of ‘Almost Farmous’ revellers. We were ‘The Moo Fighters’, naturally. Seconded only by ‘Daft Skunk’. The weekend consisted of dancing, laughing, drinking, firing water pistols at unsuspecting crowd members … Continue reading Adulescence