I know the problem with my golf game. The guy holding the club. My instincts want to hit the ball too hard because my ridiculous golf brain believes ‘bigger is better’. On the odd occasion when my instincts produce a great shot, it’s usually a fluke....
I was a COBOL programmer. Not a very good one, but that didn’t matter in the early 1980s. Back then, every Tuesday’s Australian newspaper featured a twenty-four-page IT section, of which many pages advertised programming and analyst positions available, with most from...
The old fisherman with the summertime job running the rusty merry-go-round on Terrigal Beach taught me how to rig my fishing lines. He reckoned there was only one fishing knot I’d ever need – the locked half-blood knot. While my mates say I’m wasting money...
I reckon Shaftesbury Avenue was one of Australia’s greatest weight-for-age horses. Although dominated in handicapped races of the early 1990s by another great horse, Super Impose, I have always believed Shaftesbury was a better horse. I’m biased. My...
I used to coach a guy I call Adviser Tony. Nice guy, experienced, founder of a successful advisory firm and well-respected in the advice industry. Tony once told me that when his clients ever squabbled about how they wanted to spend their retirement monies, he...
“Advisers often use value as a drunk uses a lamppost — for support rather than illumination” paraphrasing poet A.E. Housman What is the value of advice? It depends on whom advisers are serving – themselves or their clients? The client’s common...
