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You Only Realise The Gift Of Time, When You Feel There’s An Infinite Amount Of It …
January 12, 2026, 6:15 am
Filed under: 2026, A Bit Of Inspiration, Attitude & Aptitude, Birthday, Bonnie, Comment

Hello 2026.

Sure, it’s been around for almost 2 weeks, but that’s the magic of NZ.

As I’ve written before, the whole country closes down over this period and the benefit of that is not just that you get a long break, it’s the knowledge ‘everyone’ is away so your entire body can chill, safe in the knowledge you’re not missing anything or being left behind by any shifts.

It may seem a small thing, but I can tell you – the reality of the experience is very big.

Because of my eye situation, we didn’t do much.

Trips overseas were not allowed.
Driving too far was not allowed.
Doing work was not possible.

The result being I actually feel refreshed and a bit excited for the year ahead – albeit that it took quite a long time before I started to to actually feel I was relaxing. And while we’re not even 2 weeks into the new year, I know there’s a bunch of good things that will be happening. I don’t mean that theoretically, but already booked-in … which feels almost unfair given last year was pretty good for me, admittedly with a couple of tough bumps in the road along the way.

Of course, how I’ll review 2026 will only become clear in December … and while no one wants the shitty bits, they do help you appreciate the good. What’s interesting is that as I’ve got older, what equates to ‘good’ has evolved.

Underpinning my evaluation is a much greater emphasis on fulfilment rather than achievement. That doesn’t mean I don’t want the things I am a part of to be successful …. it just means I place greater importance on what and how I do things rather than simply what they enable me to get out of them.

Or said another way, I play to be proud, not simply for the win.

Now, if truth be told, that’s a trait that was drilled into me by my parents who told me to live a life of fulfilment, not contentment. But as I’ve written many times in the past – I didn’t really work out what that meant until I was about 35, so there have definitely been times where I took a short cut here or was performative there.

I guess we all do to some point … but what I realized a while back, is success – at least for me – is not about titles or popularity, but the feeling you lived up to who you hope you are. Again and again and again.

But what I’ve also learned along the way is that it’s not just what you do, but what you stop doing … and that’s something I spent a bunch of time over the holidays thinking about, resulting in me letting go of some things that I realized I’d been doing more out of financial regularity rather than emotional reward.

Now I totally appreciate the privilege/stupidity of being able to do that – especially when you’re the main breadwinner and never want to put your family at risk – but as you get older, you value time far more than you ever did because you see it is something you need to get the most out of rather than something that just tells you how long you’ve been engaged in something … and it’s that shift that has led me to making some choices and decisions over the last few weeks that will set the direction of 2026 and beyond.

And while I still have a way to go to see how it all turns out, I feel I’m now at a new starting point for the future – rather than just something I hope I can get to – which is why I’m approaching 2026 with the goal to spend most of my time focused on the things that truly interest and intrigue me and if there’s anything life has told me, it’s when you’re open to everything, anything can happen.

Now I/we see if I’m full of shit …

Before I go, I can tell you one brilliant thing about 2026, it’s this.

Yep, it’s Bonnie’s first birthday.

I’ve written a bunch about her over the past 12 months.

How she helped us get over the loss of our dear Rosie.
The incredible impact she has had on Otis’ confidence.
The life she has brought into the house.

It may explain why I thought it would be cute to get a Lego version of her made, when I saw an ad on insta promoting this product.

All you had to do was send them a photo of your pet and a stupid amount of money and they would send you the finished article.

So I did it.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And then, eventually I received a package containing some brown and white bricks WITH NO INSTRUCTIONS!!!

None. Nada. Zilch.

I then spent 4 fucking hours trying to recreate our dog – albeit, not remembering which photo I sent them to base it on – and created this.

I know, I know, it’s utterly shit … and that’s when I came to the conclusion the photo was immaterial because all the evil geniuses did was send me some fake Lego bricks that just correspond to the main color of whatever pic you send them.

I’m more angry at how brilliant their business model is, than my stupidity … but I do want to say sorry to our beloved Bonnie. It’s not representative of how much we love her, but it is representative of the standard of blog post you’re going to get. Not that you should be surprised, given this is the 20th year [TWENTIETH] of this shit, so at this point you’re going to have to accept you’re somewhat responsible for your pain too.

See you tomorrow. Hopefully.

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Some Years Make You, Some Years Break You … This Year Confused The Hell Out Of Me

So I know that I’ve only just got back to writing this blog after being away for my eye-op, but today is going to be the last post of this year. Yes, it’s earlier than it normally is. Yes, I will miss reporting on some stuff like the shitshow that was Fuck Off And Pie ’25 [which happened yesterday and was renamed to ‘Fuck Off And Die’ … because the theme was ‘hot spice’] but there’s 2 main reasons why I’m ending this year’s blog today:

1. My eyesight is still pretty bad so typing takes me a bloody age. [Don’t get excited, this blog will be back when I’m back – which is the 19th Jan – over a month away]

2. It’s Otis’ 11th birthday tomorrow and so the rest of this week is all about him.

That said, this will be a long post … not because it needs to make up the 5 weeks or so this blog will be quiet or because I think people want to read what I’m spouting [let’s be honest, does anyone even read this blog anymore?!], but because it serves as a reminder for me of what I’ve done over the past 300+ days.

The reality is, while this years been dominated by my health, it’s been a generally good year.

Yes, there have been some incredibly hard moments … from the tragic passing of 8 people I knew and cared about – that bizarrely all occurred around the same, short period of time – that still deeply affects me to this day through to the individual I once valued and respected highly, who ended up showing me how fragile trust becomes when someone stops meeting you with the same honesty, then denies it, takes no accountability for it, then runs from it.

But even with all that – and it was pretty shit, made more painful by the fact I was contending with my own health dramatics – I feel very fortunate that I still experienced more high points in 2025 than sad. And given how tough this year has been for so many people, I appreciate how fortunate I am to say that.

And what high points they were …

Getting Bonnie … who has not just added such joy to the family, but has helped Otis in ways we could only dream of.

Watching the family thrive, shine and be happy makes everything worthwhile.

I got some lovely new tattoos.

Finding a brilliant new school for Otis that specialises in kids with his particular contexts and conditions.

Seeing some old friends I’ve not seen for years … topped-off by not just seeing Paula after 2 years away, but speaking with her at Cannes, which was extra-special.

Getting a new car … which I appreciate is as indulgent as hell, but it made me very happy until I had to stop driving it because of my eye. Fucking karma, ha.

My Life Vs Time thing that seemed to touch the nerve of a lot of people all over the place.

Wednesday, September 24th … where I found myself sitting on the steps outside Wieden+Kennedy Shanghai on a very warm night – around midnight – chatting to someone I’d met on that trip that turned into one of the seminal memories and moments of my life, despite the fact all we did was chat for a couple of hours and I’ll never see or talk to that person again. But grateful for that moment.

Talking of Wieden+Kennedy …

I went back to see them after 8 years and not only was it lovely – and surprising – to see some old faces, I got to leave some new stickers all over the place.

Now back to other stuff …

I bought a suit. A good suit. Which surprises me as much as it likely shocks you.

Seeing Ange Postecoglou get fired after 39 days of destruction and arrogance.

Working on some incredible projects for people who are truly wonderful, talented and creative humans.

Being overwhelmed with the kindness and generosity of people and clients in relation to my health and wellbeing … with special thanks and gratitude to Peter, who – on behalf of his clients – organized the surgeon who invented the surgical procedure I was going to have, to be part of the team who took on the drama and trauma of my operation. While we are still waiting to see if it was as successful as we all hope, I know I would not be even in this situation without him, the surgeons, the medical staff, my GP – Stephen Sohn – and the optician at Specsavers in Glenfield Mall … who all contributed to this having a shot of a happy ending.

Hanging out with some of the most famous and talented people in the World. Yep … at various points in the year, I found myself having dinner with a music/fashion superstar, an international model, one of the World’s most famous and iconic humans, a Hollywood screenwriter, the family behind one of the World’s most powerful and desirable Italian luxury brands, some Rock Gods and – on a wild 16 hours in NYC – gatecrashing the birthday party of the wife of one of the music industry’s most famous managers where I spent the evening sat between the wives of 2 different Rockstars who were so welcoming and epic before Taylor Swift entered the restaurant. [Culminating in a gift from one of them which was their way of telling me I was now ‘family’, which still blows my mind]

Having Metallica come to NZ after over a decade away, including a cup of tea at my house for some special guests.

Travelling a lot … including FOUR visits to my beloved China where, on one trip, I got to show some of my Colenso colleagues around for their first time there.

Talking of Colenso ….

We made some properly good work [of which, I’m particularly proud of the Family Roast stuff we did for Medibank for a whole bunch of different reasons and you can see the ad here, and the game here] , launched the brilliant ‘Dream Bigger’ book, won a bunch of international awards [though seeing us not win, we should have, was annoying – ha] and got to host/meet Fergus and his OnStrategy podcast in NZ.

In addition, while it was sad to see Martin and Augustine leave Colenso, I got to see them do great things on their new adventures while also getting to welcome James and Miz – who fitted in like they had been here for years. [Not to mention the wonderfulness of the team at large, who kept me learning, thinking]

As you can see, that’s a lot of good things … more than I probably deserve … but I am grateful for all of them.

Almost as grateful as I am for my son Otis.

Tomorrow, he turns 11. ELEVEN!!!

How the fuck has that happened? And while he has gone through many schools and classes in Shanghai, LA, London, Hundson and Auckland … the fact he is about to end his ‘primary school’ journey seems particularly momentous.

And yet, despite all these changes … and despite his dysgraphia challenges … he has handled it all so brilliantly of which one thing I am very proud of, is his ability to express when it is all getting too much for him.

I appreciate that may sound weird for a parent to be proud of … but I am.

Because if he feels comfortable enough to say when stress and anxiety is beginning to take hold, not only we can help him deal with it – in collaboration with his teachers who have generally been very supportive – it means we have created an environment where he feels safe and seen, and that means the World to us. And hopefully to him too.

He’s such a good kid, surrounded by other good kids.

Cheeky, mischievous, supportive, funny, passionate, compassionate. honorable, curious and independent.

And while they will all be going to different schools in the new year, I am confident they will maintain their friendship. Part of that is because of the way New Zealand works … but part of that is because of the bond they have. One built on more than just proximity, but a real connection based on shared interests, values and energy.

It took me a long time to realise how much energy plays into just how much you connect and relate to people.

Maybe that’s because I’m slow and stupid … but energy matching seems to be the real heart of connection. At least deep connection. And while Otis has met kids who share that with him in every country we’ve lived – most notably, his beloved Elodie in LA – he’s met more in NZ.

Of course, part of that is because he’s older and exposed to more … but for a kid that doesn’t really love the ‘outdoor life’ as is celebrated by all Kiwi’s [which, to be fair, is just like his old man] he’s definitely met his ‘peeps’ here. Maybe that’s why he has said that – while he knows we will leave NZ at some point in the future – he will want to come back and live here. And if that’s not the biggest compliment to the people of NZ, I don’t know what is. Which explains why that as much as my heart belongs to China, my gratitude will forever be with NZ.

So to my dear Otis …

Happy birthday my wonderful son.

I can’t put into words how much I love you but I can say how proud I am to be able to call myself ‘your Dad’.

I hope you have a wonderful day playing Geometry Dash and I can’t wait to celebrate your birthday with you and your friends this weekend.

Big love, hugs and laughs from your Dad, Mum and pooch.

Love you.

Rx

I’ve probably missed stuff to celebrate but this post is already too long so let me end it by saying a big thank you to everyone who has played a part in the good parts of my year as well as those who have popped by to read my rubbish on here.

Without wishing to sound too sentimental, but I am more grateful to you than you may ever know and I hope – whatever you are doing or celebrating – it soothes any pain you are feeling and/or elevates any happiness you’re experiencing.

Just don’t have a better time or better presents than I hopefully will receive over this period – hahaha.

And with that, I’ll see you on the 19th Jan 2026, and here’s to it being a better year than the shitstorm it has been for so many.

Hopefully … with almost 6 weeks of blog freedom, I’m starting it off on a positive.

See you on the other side.

Rx

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Sometimes Wonderful Days Are The Most Complicated …

Today is a complicated day for me.

Because on the positive it would be my brilliant Dad’s 87th birthday … but on the negative, it reminds me that he has been gone 27 years.

Or said another way … almost half my life.

HALF!

That seems both impossible and insane.

Of course, because I think about him so much, he has never truly ‘left me’, but I also begrudge the fact I’ve not been able to share so many of the experiences I’ve had in the intervening 27 years that I’d have loved to have shared with him to see, hear and learn his response and reaction to.

I never got to introduce him to my wife, my son, my cat, my dog and Otis’ bird – Sky.
I never got to talk to him about Singapore, Hong Kong, China, Japan, America, New Zealand.
I never got to seek his advice on dealing with challenges, loss, possibilities and tough choices.
I never got to watch his face as I told him about my career, clients, colleagues and work.
I never got to hear his laugh as I helped him enjoy the experiences, he always wanted to try but never had the chance to do.

But most of all, I never got to keep telling him how grateful I am for the person he is and the person he helped me become.

The irony – as I’ve written before – is that so many of those things I’ve not been able to share with him happened because I am driven by a desire to make him and Mum proud. To repay the love and faith they always showed towards me … whether that was when I was failing exams or when they told me I should still travel despite the fact Dad had experienced a terrible stroke.

So to my wonderful Dad ….

You may not be here but know you’re with me every day … which I know you’d be very happy about, even if I also know you’d also be telling me ‘that I have to get on with my life rather than be held back by yours’, hahaha.

So, with that let me end this post by reassuring you that you – and Mum – never held me back. In fact, you’re two of the biggest reasons why I’ve been able to – and want to – keep moving forward, because in many ways, it’s not just how I repay my gratitude for all you did [and continue to do] for me, it’s how I can say – and show – how much I love you.

And I do. A shit-ton.

So happy birthday Dad.

I send you – and Mum – a big kiss and hug.

I hope you’re holding hands and smiling at the life your son is living more than frowning,

On the bright side, while I still seem very capable of causing all manner of trouble, at least the stuff I get up to these days has a lot less ‘police involvement’ than my earlier years, which has to be a positive doesn’t it? Haha.

Miss you.

Rx

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You Never Know You’re Living The Time Of Your Life Until You’ve Passed It …

On Friday I talked about the ring that had replaced my lost wedding ring.

A wedding ring that had been made to combine both my Dad’s wedding ring and the one given to me by Jill.

I wrote how this new ring had – thank god – been able to incorporate some of Dad’s ring [that I’d had left when I had it resized] as well as some things from Jill’s ring [that she kindly donated to me] so that it was something of real significance and sentimental value to me.

I treasure it.

It’s far more than the metal it’s made of.

But recently I saw something that reminded me why it is so significant.

This …

I don’t know why, but the thought I will [hopefully] know Otis more as an adult than a kid completely fucked with me.

Of course he will always be ‘my child’ but being the person I see every day … the person I watch growing up in front of me … the person he turns to for laughs, help, advice or an audience … the person who loves and hugs his dog … is something I treasure deep in my psyche and soul.

As I wrote before, while all parents know their kids grow up fast, what makes it tolerable is that as they develop … they learn or express new things that you adore, which helps offsets the sadness of seeing the old things you loved, fall away.

But there will be a time where you don’t get to see this growth every day.

Where you aren’t their World, you’re just a part of it. One associated more with the past than the present.

Back in 2016, I wrote about that – based on an brilliant article in The Guardian – and fuck me, if it was hard to deal with then, it’s even harder to accept 9 years later as we get closer and closer to a time he will move on, that you know is coming but wish wasn’t.

That doesn’t mean you don’t want your child to have their own life.

To forge their own interests and passions and journeys moving forward.

But the idea of being relegated to ‘observer’ is hard, even though – as my parents showed with me – it is one of the greatest gift you could ever give your child.

The values to live.
The lessons to progress.
The encouragement to explore.
The freedom to build write your own story.

What brought this all to a head was a video I watched of Michelle Obama recently, talking about her Mum.

“Wow, this went fast”.

Not just watching your child become an adult, but life.

And as much as Mae West said: “you only live once, but if you do it right … once is all you need”, the reality is life does go fast.

What makes it more bizarre is that as you get older … as life passes-by slower … it all seems to accelerate at the same time.

Which is why it’s so important to treasure and value what you have.

Not take it for granted.

Not get swept up with the things that – in the big scheme of things – don’t matter.

It’s taken me a long time to learn this.

It’s taken watching my wonderful, brilliant son grow up to really understand this.

Despite watching my amazing Mum and Dad pass, it’s Otis who has helped me appreciate time and life.

Not just with him, but with everyone around me.

Which is why that video of ‘knowing your child more as an adult than a kid’ hit me.

Not because that is bad, but because the moment is so special.

And while growing up is a good and natural thing – which I have obviously been trying to come to terms with for a long time, given I wrote this about Otis becoming an adult back in 2021 – it’s still a reminder that you rarely know you’re living the time of your life, until after it has passed.

It’s why both those videos may have been uncomfortable reminders.

But also beautiful gifts.

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The Fine Line Between Inspiration And Vulgarity …

So, I’m back.

And I survived.

Better yet, the family … pooch … and my colleagues seemed relatively happy to see me, which is a massive win.

Plus the people with the birthdays, had good ones. Albeit maybe because I didn’t get to share it with them.

Anyway, Cannes was interesting.

I have a very weird relationship with it because while I love hearing great people talk … looking at some incredible work and seeing old friends, I do hate a lot of ‘the scene’.

The indulgence.
The egotism.
The excess.

That said, so much of that is now coming from people and companies who work in consultancies, tech, research or big multinationals – rather than ad agencies or companies who practice creativity in the truest sense of the word. Part of that is because they’re the only ones who can afford it … but it also reveals a chink in their ‘armor of confidence’. Evidence that for all their smarts, they’re desperate to feel admired, liked, wanted … without ever realizing their American Psycho approach to life attracts derision more than attraction.

At least for me.

I often wonder if all industry conference get-togethers create this sort of energy.

Do dentists/analysts/publishers [delete as appropriate] start to convince themselves they’re the Masters-Of-The-Universe when all packed tightly into one room?

As I said, Cannes is brilliant for the talks, the creativity and the ability to reconnect with old friends.

It’s nice to see a celebration of what we do when so often it faces a barrage of abuse from people who wouldn’t know creativity if it smashed them in the face.

But the vulgar displays of excess are less attractive to me.

As are the giant ads from tech/consultancy companies which are trying to position themselves as creative but end up demonstrating they’re the total opposite.

At least that’s slightly amusing, especially because you know it took them 6 months of board approval/design to make it happen.

But I digress …

I’m back.
I had a good time.
I’m thankful to WARC and Paula for making it happen.
I’m very happy to have seen some old friends after years.

But – unfortunately for you – I’m ready to write more blog bollocks.

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