A Cloud Descends Over Welford Road

I went to the rugby last night – and it was the most dire game I’ve ever seen. There was no atmosphere, the teams lacked any intensity and, all in all, it was a shocker. Ironically, we left with 7 minutes to go and the scores shot up from about 11-3 to 27-11 in the last few minutes – but frankly it wouldn’t have made any difference to the match.

Given all that’s going on at present off-field, with the Tigers having dropped out of Europe and ongoing litigation as a result of the 16-man furore, it’s weird to see something like this have a tangible effect on the pitch. As a layperson/bystander, it’s hard to see how professional sportsmen can be affected by off-field factors to such and extent – but given it was a match against an old rival and all previous encounters that I’ve seen have been furious, it’s the only explanation I can fathom.

Still the curry afterwards made up for it and I’m firm believer that sport has to have bad days to make the good ones all the better for it.

A Double Week

An evident theme of this blog is the recurring fact that I’m continually shattered. Over the last week, my wife has graduated, my youngest has been christened, one daughter has been in hospital and the other has had a four day fever. Coupled with which, Emma’s parents are with us for the week, so whilst our eldest has been poorly I’ve been sleeping in her (suitable for a four year old, TM) bed, whilst she sleeps in mine.

In other words, I’ve gotten to this weekend on fumes.

Tonight though, South Africa play the Tigers at Welford Road. Clearly Habana, Smit, Botha, Matfied, Steyn et al aren’t playing unfortunately but nevertheless it’s something we’ve looked forward to for months now. So, despite being on my last legs, I’m damn well going.

However, I think that this weekend may well have relatively little in store, in order to find my way back to Monday morning in one piece. It seems like only five minutes ago that I was desperate to get to the weekend to expend my energy, now it’s a basic pre-requisite in order to re-charge my batteries.

The Verdict

We headed to Welford Road for the first Tigers home match of the season yesterday – and the first with the new stand.

Although the designers have gone for an unashamed grey breeze block motif throughout – which seems unavoidable with modern stadia, presumably for financial reasons – the set up and facilities are undeniably a huge improvement.

The new stand is triple the capacity of it’s predecessor and, although I definitely wouldn’t want to be at the back – which looks like both binoculars and an independent air tank may be required to last the course – we’re about twenty rows back and so have the benefit of the improved view (no pillars) coupled with the familiarity presented by the other three stands. In other words, it feels the same but better from where we sit.

Managing the flow of fans after the game was clearly a central concern for the developers. My concerns on this score were completely unfounded as a mystifying sequence of doors on the way in became a clever one-way exit system on departure, so getting out actually took just a couple of minutes.

The game itself was frankly pretty dull. We won – but still have scored no tries in three games, which is something that needs to change rapidly if we’re to have anything approaching a decent season.

Still, I’m delighted with my four seats – six including my parents’ two – and am very much looking forward to many years of fun ahead in the company of my friends, family and particularly my three girls.

Switching Off

Despite being on the losing side – and not thinking terribly positive thoughts about our opponents given some of what went on – yesterday’s match against South Africa was, I think, the best game of rugby I’ve ever seen. Stephen Jones described it, perfectly, in The Sunday Times as ‘epic’. Indeed.

Not sure whether I have cultivated it over the years or it’s always been there but I genuinely don’t care whether my team has won or lost 2 minutes after the kick off. I’ve been to European cup finals on the losing side and been completely indifferent. Equally I’ve been at huge matches where we’ve won and felt the same. For sure I bounce around like an enthusiastic eight year old when in the throes of the game but, unlike my friends who are similarly passionate, I seem to be able to shut it off immediately afterwards. Whether that makes me less of a fan/supporter or not I’ve no idea. Certainly I’m happy to get on with my days afterwards either way. By way of example, the exact same thing happened when watching Andy Murray yesterday.

So, continuing the recently started gym theme, I’ve managed to keep up the momentum, having been back now and am in an every-other-day routine. Whilst I knew I’d stick to it, if only for a few weeks at this level after joining, I’ve actually surprised myself at how much I’m throwing at it. So, another hour or so to be spent there before into work tomorrow for a new business meeting.

I have a funny feeling that google has shifted the playing field a little around mid last week – several of our clients keywords have jumped noticeably in one direction or another. The term Voucher Codes in particular seemed to drop off the radar for no obvious reason (although I’m sure there is one – we’ve just yet to find it). We’re also about to ramping up SEO for Karacha, to promote its Saxophone and Clarinet ranges and a range of Free Widgets to help writers Make Money Blogging, from Imagini, Youniverse’s parent company, amongst others. Oh and I’ve finally gotten around to downloading the other free SEO tools offered by SEO Book tonight.

Just two weeks left before I head off to Cornwall. Not sure whether to take the surfboard this year as I can always rent one when down there, it’s a heap of hassle and with two little people in tow, I’m unlikely to get in the sea more than twice whilst away. Hmm…

The Last Stand

Earlier this week I spoke at a regional branch of the Institute of Directors, over breakfast, in front of a small audience of 40 or so, about the power of ‘PR 2.0′ and how it can make a potentially significant impact on the bottom line.

Whilst it’s a subject I’m hugely passionate about, this doesn’t change the fact that I was still faced with the prospect of presenting, on little sleep and at an unsociable hour.

To be honest, I’m becoming more relaxed about public speaking these days but still, driving to the event at 6:30am, the nerves were most definitely there. The situation was summed up beautfully by my 4 year old who, when I told her what I was going to do later that morning sincerely enquired: “Do you think you’re going to cry Daddy?”. Well, at least I escaped that.

Actually, although the event was populated primarily by local serial networkers from various service sectors, the subject seemed to be fairly resonant and actually we engaged in a pretty lively debate. Fundamentally there remained a level of scepticism I suspect but having been able to point to Punch itself as a genuine case study of how an effective PR2.0 campaign has transformed our business in a matter of months, went some way to proving the point.

On a separate note, the event was held at Welford Road, the ground of the Leicester Tigers. The very last part of the old stand was just about to be pulled down that morning, so I took a shot for posterity…

The Last Stand

The Last Stand

New Look, New Home

So, a few weeks ago I moved this blog from it’s former home to this new location, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, the software I was using, from a site called ‘edublogs’ was proving extremely painful to use despite being based on WordPress, resisting updates on a seemingly arbitrary basis. Secondly I also wanted this to be more personal and less a blog about Punch (we have one of those already – here), which takes up most every waking moment outside family life anyway. Hence, this blog’s new name – Out of Office Messages.

Much of what I had written previously is actually still relevant, so I’ve imported the content here – but really, this is more about my personal point of view and perspective which, increasingly, as Punch is now growing (we’re on the point of appointing two more people, taking us to ten) is happily just one facet of the whole picture during the working day.

I’ve also changed the look and feel a couple of times in recent weeks and have finally settled on this layout. Whilst the ability to choose templates on wordpress is undoubtedly fun and designed to ensure that there’s something for everyone, I’ve found that most of the templates feel very old very quickly – and in some cases even quite amateurish – the blog equivalent of clipart. So, the simplicity of this particular layout suits me perfectly.

I have wrestled a little with the extent to which I make this about my interests – which has made me reflect on what my interests actually are. As anyone that knows me personally will, I’m sure, testify, I’m very fortunate in that I’m hugely passionate about my working life. So, whilst it is clearly work related, it’s fair to say that one of my interests is technology and moreover, at present, how technology is effecting sociological change – with innovative web applications breeding new means of personal interaction, for example.

Similarly, it’s interesting to me that reputation management is becoming ever-more relevant, with the current shift towards personal reputation management through web 2.0 and the trend for execs constantly having an eye towards their next opportunity. I suspect this is likely to crop up fairly regularly.

I love the fact that this post may be read by no-one or hundreds+, based on a number of factors, not least merit – but also context/distribution. As per my recent post referencing a couple of bloggers that apparently hadn’t grasped that their entry may in some way have a detrimental effect on their careers, it’s hugely interesting to me that the traditional ‘rules’ of PR still very much apply here – it’s just that the distribution landscape is dramatically different.

Finally, on this, I’m also hugely interested by the prospect of how ‘PR2.0′ can be integrated with (note, not a substitute for) traditional PR techniques, meaning that all reputation campaigns can benefit from a coordinated approach to search engine optimisation, social media and bloggers/blogging, for example.

So, on a different note entirely, outside work my life is really almost entirely devoted to three girls – my wife and two daughters. We’ve had an extended period of intensity at work, dating back to September ’07 when we our first employee joined us to work alongside myself, meaning that I rarely have too much time for anything else.

With a set of golf clubs in the garage now gathering dust having not been used since the birth of my daughter 4+ years ago, I think that can safely be discounted as a likely regular subject. However, as a season ticket holder at Leicester Tigers (having just bought two more for my two daughters for next year) I try to go as often as possible – although that has meant about five times a year for the past two seasons, which is criminal really.

Finally, the last subject which is likely to crop up regularly is my love of the water. Again, swimming has suffered in the last 18 months but it’s something that I do love with a passion. Moreover, I try to get a surf at least a couple of times a year – which dates back to when I was first taken into the sea with my Dad and his board when I was about four.

So, that’s a wrap as far as I’m concerned. My main issue with blogs is that they are frequently too self absorbed so my aim is to always avoid that – but I did want to somehow mark what feels like a significant shift, if only in terms of intentions as opposed to output.

Partisan Welshmen

It was my Granddad’s 90th birthday at the weekend and my family, my brother’s family and my parents all went back to Swansea, our collective birthplace to see the old boy, who’s a Dunkirk vet.

Happily, Leicester Tigers were playing the Ospreys in the Heineken Cup and my Dad had the foresight to book a box, which was ideal for the various children running around. Unhappily I spent the entire match being abused by the Ospreys fans in the next box.

Usually, I’m not particularly shy on that score, having been the sole Tigers fan amidst a sea of Bath fans at the Rec once a few years back and given as good as I got. However, the boys next door laid into us from the first moment until the last, which wore a bit thin by half time. I declined to gloat too much when their winning margin wasn’t enough to guarantee them qualification for the quarter finals (although they did subsequently qualify) as I had a fairly strong feeling that any smugness may have landed me a whack.

I’ve been to a few club games as a Tigers fan in Wales before, but always playing other English teams. This was the first time in Wales against one of the Welsh provinces and it’s not an experience I’m keen to repeat in a hurry.

Fortuitous Timing

It’s my Grandad’s 90th birthday in a few weeks time and we’re all schlepping down to Swansea (including both his 3 year old and 6 week old great granddaughters), which is going to be a fun trip.

However, as luck would have it Leicester Tigers are playing Ospreys in the Heineken Cup that very weekend.

So Mr Goold (that being my father, not me, obviously) has been extremely forward thinking in booking a box at Liberty Stadium at which there will be no less than four generations of Goolds assembled and together for the first time ever.

Feeling Settled…

So, it’s been a long week. With three (now two) weeks to go before baby due-date, I’ve had a pretty lousy chest infection this week, which flattened me from Wednesday onwards. Two trips to the doctors in four days, a course of antibiotics and another of steroids later, I’m now feeling a bit better, which is fortunate because I’m now not the only one at home unwell, with my daughter currently sounding like she’s smoking forty a day…

Weirdly, I had a huge row from the doctor, who told me in no uncertain terms to take time off immediately. Was quite strange but I guess I needed to be told.

So, as it’s now the fourth consecutive day of being at home, I’m feeling quite settled, watching yesterday’s rugby on Sky plus in front of a fire at 8am Sunday morning. On the basis that a trip to a fireworks display is looking unlikely this year for various obvious reasons, I bought a few which we let off last night – always one of my annual highlights.

I also spent about 4 hours yesterday on the web and seem to have nailed Christmas shopping for friends, family, the team at work and clients in one fell swoop, which is a great weight off my mind given the impending changes. Just presents for the two, soon to be three, ladies that I cohabit with – one of which may well be someone’s first bike, which we’re going to go to Rutland water to take a look at today…

Incidentally, we’re just starting to work with Birmingham Restaurant Chez Jules, which I’ve not been to previously but, depending on how things pan out over the next few weeks and our availability early December, is a strong contender for a the Punch team’s Christmas parties in Birmingham.

Incidentally, we’ve just got a new PR Consultants page on the Punch site.

Big Week, Big Weekend

We’ve had a huge week at work this week – back to back meeting throughout, or at least, so it has seemed at time. We’ve won two new clients (more to follow on this), one of which is relatively local (Birmingham), which is terrific and as a Midlands PR Agency, is something I’m keen to do much more of.

Anyway, we have friends up this weekend with a daughter the same age as Annie, as well as a one year old son. I put the two girls to bed last night and it was the first time Annie had a real sleepover, with a friend sleeping in the same room. The fact the two of them sat giggling whilst we scoffed our ‘midnight feast’ (at 9pm) and read Mr Men stories was the perfect introduction to my weekend and the first time i’ve properly unwound in a good few weeks. Looks like a day of kite flying, train sets and, probably, pooh-sticks today. Might even squeeze in an hour of watching the rugby too. Brilliant.

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