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Leadership and Work in Practice

A frosty allotment in Winchester

Frustration is energy with nowhere to go. Apathy is energy that has already left. One is a signal worth listening to. The other is a warning you may have already missed.

A photo of Sheffield City Centre, Yorkshire

We are drawn to mechanisms. Frameworks. Methods. Processes. But mechanisms are internal cost. Outcomes are external value. A short, sharp essay on why clarity of purpose must come before any debate about method.

A photo of london skyline over the Thames River.

Rory Sutherland has a rare gift for saying uncomfortable truths with warmth and humour. One observation landed hard: creativity is scarce in organisations not because people lack imagination, but because systems quietly discourage it.

A photo of a notebook with the word plan on the front

I rarely use the word "Agile." It carries too much baggage. And yet, not a month goes by without someone asking about an "Agile PMO."

A drawing of two men stood around an old machine

In every workshop or leadership conversation, someone asks the same question: "What technology would you recommend to solve our problems?" There is always a new option. Always a silver bullet.

A photo of an old map

The economic premise beneath the Idea to Value system is simple: financial value appears only when we create something worth paying for — and someone is willing to pay for it. Everything else inside an organisation is cost.

A picture of a megaphone dangling in front of a red background

Most organisational problems are not technical. They are interpretive. People misunderstand intent, fill gaps with assumptions, and react to tone as much as content.

A digital rendition of a void - lines all disappearing into a hole

After a keynote last week, someone approached me with feedback that was, shall we say, unvarnished. This happens. There is always someone compelled to offer what I now think of as inflicted help.

Rob Lambert speaking from the stage at a conference

I had planned to record this reflection in Budapest, in the hum of the conference hall — that strange mixture of anticipation, nerves, and collective attention. Instead, I found myself doing what I often do: waiting for the perfect moment. There rarely is one.

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