A #dystopian tale of human enslavement and microblogging Chapter Three Man, it was hot. I’m talking Northern line in August hot. I stood there with trickles of sweat scuttling down my back like refrigerated Pachinko balls. What was taking them so damn long? I thought about buzzing again, but that would’ve reeked of desperation. Or at the very… [ MORE… ]
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We’ve just finished one of our Seven Deadly Sins writing courses with a great group of IC experts from a large risk management company (who I won’t risk naming). So, I thought it would be worth sharing a few of the feedback comments. Neil – today’s copy coach – would do so himself but his bluff Northern humility… [ MORE… ]
