Fortunately it was lurking in a corner of what’s left of my memory, so here I am.
As I think I might have mentioned, I have spent a lot of the summer down at my place in France. And if I did mention that, I’ll definitely have mentioned that, honest, I was spending a lot of my time down there working. It was indeed what we now apparently call a workation. But not a blogation. When I finished doing the stuff I had to do, I didn’t think to myself, “That’s great, just time for a blog before lunch.” I thought, “Just time to head out to the pool for a bit.”
Anyway, you need things to say, and ideally things that readers might find marginally interesting. And thoughts like “What a gorgeous day” or “I think I’ll have one of those very cold Kronenbourgs now” don’t really qualify.
Now that I’ve been back for nearly a fortnight, my mind is rapidly silting up with stuff about financial services, and branding, and marketing, and sometimes all three together. That means this blog is back in business.
But I do rather think that as far as my own general wellbeing is concerned, I’m probably doing rather better when it isn’t.
Kronenberg in France is so much better to invest in, so to speak, than Kronenberg in the UK. Pub Kronenberg in the UK is also so much better than offie Kronenberg.
Where else but in the fluid morality of the drinks industry would you be able to flog a brand with such madly veering, varying quality and therefore value? Where indeed – virtually everywhere in the financial liquidity industry or whatever it’s now called.