I Went to a Playfulness Workshop and Ended Up Wrapped in Toilet Paper (Happily)
Submitted by Jack Milner on May 14, 2025
Submitted by Jack Milner on May 14, 2025
Submitted by Jack Milner on April 11, 2025
We’re living in a time where facts feel at best optional, conspiracy theories go viral, and half the internet is quoting Einstein, even when it’s just Chad from Reddit. There’s even a name for it - “post-truth era” – which is to my mind a little bit of a misnomer. Something is either true or isn’t – and between those absolutes is fascinating scale from mostly twaddle to probably certain.
Submitted by Jack Milner on March 31, 2025
I was running a coaching session with the CEO of a digital IT company. Her keynote was sharp, strategic, and surprisingly, laugh-out-loud funny.
Submitted by Jack Milner on February 25, 2025
Back in the 80s, I got to be in the audience for Top of the Pops. I thought it was going to be a wild, electric, party-like atmosphere—the kind you saw on TV. The reality? Less rock ‘n’ roll, more school trip with grouchy teachers. Instead of dancing and soaking up the music, we were shuffled from stage to stage by an unimpressed floor crew.
Submitted by Jack Milner on February 18, 2025
My 13-year-old son, Kester, is the king of random. The other day at breakfast, he announced, “Did you know I’m the new face of Kinder eggs?”
I laughed. “I didn’t even know Kinder had a face.”
“They do now. They’ve chosen me. And they’re launching a new range called Devil Eggs.”
“What kind of chocolate would that be?”
“Oh, real dark chocolate,” he said, “maybe with a bit of chilli.”
Submitted by Jack Milner on February 11, 2025
With Mark outside the Kalich Theatre in Prague, where Octopus Soup has been playing to full houses for 16 months
The other day, I had lunch with my mate Mark Stevenson, and in the middle of some general chat, he shared one of the best pitching tips I’ve ever heard.
Submitted by Jack Milner on February 4, 2025
The other morning, after yet another Jurassic Park-style storm, I was taking my son to school. Roads were flooded, branches down, and parents were in full T-Rex (or Slade) “we’re all crazy now” mode — stressed, impatient, and desperate to get their little bundles of joy to school.
Then we came to a T-junction. Total gridlock. Cars trying to go up the narrow lane, others squeezing down, and an AA truck with a BMW on its trailer, stuck with no way to reverse. I said to my son, “This is going to be a loooonnggg wait.”
Submitted by Jack Milner on January 28, 2025