Many years of dealing with Japanese companies has given me an insight into their culture and rituals. For example, I will never forget being taken to a tea ceremony in a tea house in Kyoto by Mitsubishi Paper Mills.
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Monday, 14 March 2016 | By Bob Boucher
Buying a can of soda is a pretty routine activity. It’s almost automatic. You go the store, find your favorite brand, buy it, and drink it. While quenching your thirst, that soda is not likely going to be the most thrilling, emotional moment of your day. If it is … well, we won’t go there.
English Literature was not my favourite subject at school. In fact I would go so far as to say it was one of my least, only slightly ahead of woodwork and French. I used to spend most of the lessons gazing out of the window towards our sports field wishing I was playing rugby or cricket, depending on the time of year.
Becoming a grandparent for the first time is a very special experience. Suddenly a new family member appears, in our case Lowe Mulvaney in July 2015, but without the same familial responsibilities that came with the job when her dad was born.
Monday, 22 February 2016 | By Gerry Mulvaney
My wife has a very simple view of navigation. She does not rely much on maps, since she cannot read them and more importantly if we are going south rather than north the whole thing is upside down to her.
Monday, 15 February 2016 | By Gerry Mulvaney
According to Elsevier’s Dictionary of the Printing and Allied Industries, the fore-edge of a book is the blank space occupied by the outer margin of a page, opposite the folds in the section and I suppose you might think it’s not much use or interest to most people.
Monday, 08 February 2016 | By Gerry Mulvaney
On the 22nd October 2000, I made a significant alteration to the way I ran my business life. It is the last written entry in my Filofax diary, because on Monday 23rd January 2000, I started up my Palm Pilot and never made another written note in the Filofax. It was a scary day – I had run my whole life through my Filofax for many years.
Monday, 01 February 2016 | By Gerry Mulvaney
In the centre of the city in which I live, Nottingham in the UK, there is a rather elegant Georgian portico incongruously sandwiched between a shop selling newspapers and a clothes shop. There is no clue to what’s behind the door, but there is a small sign above it showing it to be Bromley House, built in 1752.