It was foolish of me, predictably, to set this arrogant stance of not going into any detail about The Idea because now it’s going to consume my life and until I can talk about it properly here I’ll have nothing else to say. I’ve made a rod for my back a little now. And I feel like I’m letting you down a bit, seeing as you’ve read so much rubbish over the last year, that it seems like a betrayal of trust to not mention it but it’s not because I have some stupid fear someone will steal the idea (it will take so much time and some money to do it that I don’t think most hard working people like yourselves would bother) it’s just that if you’ve read this site even casually for any length of time you’ll know I’m bad at seeing projects through to their fruition, aside from The Power Of 10 which nobody likes, and so the idea is I have something solid to show off before gushing about how great it is. This is the plan.
What I’d like though is to completely divulge it, and ask for your advise and help as soon as we have some elements designed so you can assist in it’s development. Only there’s wont be any solid product for a few weeks (until it gets programmed in it’s infant form) and so I fear spilling the beans and then it not happening, in which instant you’d all think far the less of me. That is the reason, but rest assured I’m REALLY going to need your feedback and ideas as soon as it gets going so I’ll not be secretive for long.
Some people are in on it. For instance, I met my Dad today because he was in London and I explained it to him over a martini in The Dukes. Dad works for a water utility company, which is a completely different sphere to creating internet mega-businesses, but he’s clever and open minded, as well as being a very good business man and he latched on to it immediately, completely understood what we will be trying to achieve, and really loved it. He can see the financial and cultural potential and sat with a pad of paper explaining how we go about the initial steps. Wade came down to join us and the buzz continues.
It’s great getting advise off your relatives, especially your parents. I never ask them for advice and I’m stupid for doing this and so it felt great asking for help because they are more than happy to impart their wisdom, seeing as it’s in their job description as parents and yet it’s a skill (in my case) they’ve hardly ever been asked to practice.
Perhaps most people ask their parents for advice on a regular basis and it’s only me who’s not taken advantage before? Nah, doubt it, I think people generally forget what a readily available service this is, and how consultation fees with your knowledgeable parents are far more reasonable than banks, psychiatrists, mechanics or solicitors. Given that my parents have 25 years on me, I feel it’s my duty to tap that information and theoretically get as much out of it as I can, although I’ve got quite a lot of catching up to do because although I’ll happily ask for favours, I’ve never really asked for sensible advise, due to my headstrong and wrong beliefs.
There are some things your parents wont be able to help you with. If you run a music festival, don’t ask them what bands you should have on. If you’re doing on a date (are they still called dates?) then don’t ask them what department of Marks And Spencer will really kit you out in some great new threads. If you’ve got one thousand pounds and you are unsure if that money should be put into a savings account for possible future use as part of a deposit on you’re first home, or on a piss-up to Zagreb, don’t ask your parents for advice on that because the answer won’t be the one you want to hear. They love Zagreb.
But in practical life matters, who better to turn to than your parents, providing they’re not insane and actually like you. If your parents are evil and hate you then never ask them for anything and see how they like them apples, you’ll be punishing them. All parents like to give advice. Only one group of people like to give out more advice than your parents, and that’s your grand parents. Don’t go thinking that their advice is limited to telling you to wear thermal underwear and not sit on damp grass, no. That’s their most common advice, but so long as they’ve still got their marbles they are an absolute mine of info. But I’m being a hypocrite here because I never ask my grand parents anything either. I should do though, they are wise. I’ll be seeing my granddad tomorrow evening and will try to ask one bit of advice.
Dad and I moved on from The Dukes to The Goring, in maybe the poshest bar crawl London can offer. You must do the five star hotel bar crawl one day, it’s ace. I’m sure I’ve written about it on here before somewhere. We were both quite sloshed in The Goring (which we’d chosen because it’s next to Victoria Station which Dad needed to get home) and that’s another wonderful and rare pleasure – being drunk with your parents or a parent. Being British, you never really let your true heartfelt emotions free in front of your parents (unless you live in a soap opera or are of the common classes) and so that’s a treat too. It’s a shame we have to get drunk to share these emotions but there we go.
Saw Dad off at Victoria and made my way back to Soho for another night in London. I need to get hold of my diary (lost with the computer) and see when and where I’m working so that I can plan a journey back. I’ll end up being in the capital eight years at this rate. Why is going home so difficult?
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