I used to think I didn’t have a hell of a lot to offer. I was damn wrong.
I’m 42 and I’m a late bloomer. But hot damn, have I bloomed! And I’ve lived. Degrees, dead husbands, divorces, diets, depression – all the Ds. And a bunch of other letters, including some F words that I won’t write here because I have lovely parents.
I’m the popping candy of the corporate training world: Sweet, exhilarating and effervescent. In a bite me kind of way.
Afternoon conference sessions are my favourite kind of monster. I dare anyone to fall asleep when I’m on stage. I recently had a room full of CFOs doing jazz hands and hi-fiving each other. Boom.
I SAVE ASSES
I don’t know why we think it’s rocket science but great PR isn’t hard. I write comms for win-win outcomes. Let me help your brand stop being a dick.
I ROCK BRANDS
Yeah, I’ve got this brand-thing down. You don’t? Sux to be you.