This is not a blog which will head of into new age clap trap, nor is it one that will say that all change come from within. This is one of those blogs inspired by a conversation with a younger person with a dicky ticker, and yes they're happy with me to post it... Its a conversation that we've had over a couple of years.
It starts with a simple statement - I am a dinosaur.
My surgery was in the first 300 of its type at Great Ormond Street.
It was done 41 years ago - the machinery used to keep me alive during that surgery is quite literally in a museum. If you walk into the Science Museum in London, walk into the gallery of scientific progress, (its a right turn after the entrance), you'll get to a big hall and on the right there's a heart bypass machine from the late 60's... It looks like a piece of industrial kitchen equipment. Nothing is digital, nothing seems to be automated. In short it looks crude.
That's because it was. That's not a criticism, its…
I've said before that I'm a lucky sod, I've met many of my heroes, that strange mix of people who inspire me and keep inspiring me.
And so on the way back from a weekend in Scotland we took a detour, rather than head straight to Liverpool we went down the the east coast to see one of these heroes of mine.
Kieran is a try-er, he doesn't stop trying... I remember walking with him up Mam Tor, him in not a good way, his heart not in the best of conditions. His humour and sense of wonder of being in the outdoors was infectious. He fell asleep in his pint, but a legend was born. The next day he pulled on his boots and walked again.
That was a while ago and since then he's been given one hell of a gift, he's had a heart transplant and is trying again to do what he can to say thank you for that gift. He's run the London Marathon, twice, and jumped out of a plane. All of which have raised cash... But he's had a dream, for as long as I've known him of wa…
The time has almost come to say goodbye to a good friend, one that has been mistreated by those who should know better and which despite everything I still love...
Yes, I'm talking about my mobile phone.
I'm normally a sticker, if I start with something I stay with it... And so my first phones, with almost no exceptions were Nokia's... The sporty ones, the business ones (oh E71 what a phone you were), the N78... my first phone which had a camera worthy of the name.
The came a mild flirtation with Android... a HTC Desire... and the realisation that not all phone companies bothered keeping phones up to date... and that Android was a buggy, laggy mess with lousy cameras.
And so I fled back to Nokia... this time with windows phone... Seamless integration with social media, excellent camera, useable versions of word and powerpoint that helped with charity and OU stuff. It just worked, where there was an app gap nokia provided good or excellent alternatives - nokia music for na…