by Sunil Bali, 16-03-14

I’ve got a confession to make.

I’m a recovering intellectual.

Before I escaped from my corporate cage, I thought that accumulating degrees and certificates was the way to succeed.

A first generation migrant to the UK, my mother thought that my salary and job security would be directly proportional to the number of letters after my name.

So I got a huge shock when I attended my first lecture at Business School, because the first thing our MBA Professor Manfred Kets De Vries said to the class was, "If any of you we’re any good you wouldn’t be here."

He said, "If you know what makes people mad, sad and glad and can consistently make people glad, then you’ll be successful and won’t need an MBA."

It took nearly 20 years to realise it, but Manfred was absolutely right.

In hindsight, I think I learned more at Nursery School than I did at Business School. If you ever watch toddlers at Nursery School, they forgive very quickly, they go where there is excitement and they stay where there is love.

Next time you get the chance, watch how kids behave at Nursery School, it will be time well spent.

Nursery school kids learn, play and create every day. They look at the world around them with wonder and awe, and realise that whether you’re 3 or 53, life is so much better when you hold hands and stick together.



Fifty Shades of Grey – A Husband’s Perspective

The missus bought a Paperback
down Shepton, Saturday
I had a look in her bag
T’was "Fifty Shades of Grey".

Well I just left her to it
At ten I went to bed
An hour later she appeared
The sight filled me with dread…

In her left hand she held a rope
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down on the floor
And then began to strip.

Well fifty years or so ago
I might have had a peek
But Mabel hasn’t weathered well
She’s eighty four next week.

Watching Mabel bump and grind
Could not have been much grimmer
Things then went from bad to worse
She toppled off her Zimmer!

She struggled up upon her feet
A couple of minutes later
She put her teeth back in and said…
I must dominate her!!

Now if you knew our Mabel
You’d see just why I spluttered
I’d spent two months in traction
For the last complaint I’d muttered.

She stood there nude, naked like,
Bent forward just a bit ….
I thought oh well, what the hell
and stood on her left tit!

Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out
My god what had I done!?
She moaned and groaned then shouted out,
"Step on the other one!"

Well readers, I can’t tell no more
About what occurred that day.
Suffice to say my jet black hair
Turned fifty shades of grey.

By John Summers