People sometimes ask me whether I really send the emails I publish on Haught to the people and companies they’re addressed to….
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Read MoreIf I were a gambling man – and I am – I would be putting the house – and I…
Read MoreI am, if nothing else, an advertising aficionado. In the past, I’ve been known to be quite critical of some…
Read MoreToday, the corporation fills the societal role once taken by knights and other masked crusaders. Primarily, it exists to undertake acts of great altruism, selflessness and civic good, so it’s guided not by an “objective”, but a “mission”.
If you’re granted the great privilege of crafting this superheroic manifesto, don’t waver: your mandate to be bold and colourful is contained in the document’s very name: mission statement. If they didn’t want it to be breathtakingly inspiring, they would have called it an “aim summary” or a “goal list”.
Read MoreAs some of you reading this will know, my alter ego is a mild-mannered Melbourne Demons supporter by the name…
Read MoreYesterday, the CEO of the department store Myer, Bernie Brooks is said to have told a business conference that an…
Read MoreEvery single word I write on these pages and in the pages of The Age and the Sydney Morning Herald is true. If…
Read More“Moving forward” (aka “going forward”) seems as popular today as when it first burst on to the corporate scene like an alien out of an unimportant character’s chest.
Read MoreDierdre was wearing only a translucent salad bowl and some beetroot paste.
Blue blood filled Gridd’s aristocratic flesh pencil. He made a low moaning sound, tore off his clothes and threw them into the open fire place, which had spontaneously combusted the moment their eyes had met. He strode over to Felicity, whisked the salad bowl from her head and threw it out the window. It landed in the Aegean Sea several hours later. He then picked up Felicity and threw her against the wall.
“Do me, your highness,” whispered Dierdre.
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