So good news, this might be the last post for 2 weeks.
TWO.
Though don’t get too excited because it might only be one.
Either way, you have lucked in as it’s definitely the last post of the week because today I’m in Paris and then on Wednesday, I’m off to Lisbon so I can speak at a conference.
Hahahahahahahaha.
I must admit, I still find it hysterical that people want to hear me talk about anything. Especially given all my ‘material’ is available for absolutely nothing on this blog.
Well, if ‘loss of brain cells’ is absolutely nothing.
And yet I do enjoy talking at conferences …
I like the process of trying to think of something interesting to talk about for the audience.
Working out the best way to get the message across without falling into the deadly presentation paralysis.
Then adding the stories that will either make the audience semi-like me, think I’m a cheeky bastard or just plain hate me.
I say all this but I bet the only reason I do get invited is to be the court jester to the audience – and given the wonderful Mr Weigel will also be at the same conference – I’m even more sure of this fact.
But what it means is I’m away till Monday so with that I want to leave you with a delightful story I’ve just heard about.
In the early 80’s, Queen worked with a German producer called Mack.
He was quite revolutionary for the band – helping change their sound and way of recording – which meant they were one of the few artists who went into the 80’s stronger than when they were in the 70’s, culminating in some of their biggest ever hits.
Another One Bites The Dust.
Crazy Little Thing Called Love.
Under Pressure.
Radio Gaga.
I Want To Break Free.
Unsurprisingly, Mack got very close to the band and asked Freddie Mercury to be his eldest sons godfather. And it’s to this background I read this story from Mack about what happened on his sons birthday.
Have a read, see you Monday and here’s a link to the video being talked about below.
