It’s nice to travel and meet people occasionally.
Most folk think I spend 100% of my time working virtually and wearing pyjamas all day but in fact it’s only 99% of the time and the night attire can change according to what mood I’m in….
So, it’s always nice to dig the suit out, find it still fits, and accept the challenge to travel to some place I don’t know, speak a foreign language and achieve the desired result(maybe 50% of the time at least).
Last week I went to meet a longstanding client at a conference they were attending in Nice. This neccesitated flying from Bristol airport (great airport but the most apalling road access to any I can readily think of – save possibly for that edge-of-cliff airport in the Himalayas).
Having managed to avoid the check-in queue courtesy of my self-printed, online boarding pass, I then spent 30 minutes standing in line waiting to get half undresssed to go through the scanner. Jacket, belt and shoes all came off, laptop, handluggage, and several other trays of my stuff followed me dutifully on the conveyor belt and then it took another ten minutes to remember what belonged to me, get dressed again and decant all my mini-toiletry bottles into a re-sealable plastic bag and which was then placed back in my wash bag (still haven’t worked out what the point was of putting them in the plastic bag and then back into the washbag but never mind).
After all this I felt that I needed a trip to the Gents.
These days, going to the loo is a major advertising experience.
These cunning ad types have long realised that for at least 30 seconds they have a captive audience gazing at an otherwise blank wall and so what better than to provide you with your own, in-yer-face, personal ad (watch this space for the next generation of TFT panel which delivers multiple, ‘personalised’ video ads as a result of your geo-locationally-aware boarding card which passsed on your interests and preferences to the building management system when it was scanned at security…..) .
So, in an effort to avoid captivation, the alternative is to look down (left or right can get you into serious trouble and behind is not an option for most…) .
BUT looking down revealed yet another marketing innovation – the invitation to contact the company that makes the perforated rubber mats that in the good old days would have stopped cigarette ends from blocking the outflow but these days are mostly for decoration only. Printed on the edge was the number of their ‘customer hotline’.
I have to say that I was mesmerised by the concept and was extremely tempted to phone and have a good natter. The main problem was that I didn’t have my phone in hands-free mode at the time and couldn’t quite overcome the self-concious aspect of writing down the number in public and delaying others whose need was much greater than mine.
I do know however that if I had done then we could have had a long and productive SWOT analysis discussion culminating in the idea that it would be great to be able to try out some competitor product so that you could well and truly say that you’d xxxxxx all over them.