So over the past few years, my good friend – Jacob – has been sending me a set of notebooks he’s made that he scarily calls, ‘The Campbell Collection’.
While they are meant – I assume – to scare people away, they have actually had the opposite effect and encouraged people to start a conversation with me.
What’s even more interesting is that while they probably [as much as I hate to admit it] do reflect how I feel about certain people or meetings, they have allowed me to talk about my ‘issues’ with people in a way that is not combative … almost constructive.
Which all goes to show people are weird and Jacob has failed in his twisted way to honour me.
[For honour, read: ridicule]
Apparently you can now buy them on Amazon, so get your own piece of the Campbell Collection, safe in the knowledge you are taking the piss out of me and not one cent of the cost goes to me. Damnit.
