Chip Shop Economics: Part 1 – The Railways

Not strictly relevant to the Manchester MBA but welcome to the first installment of an irregular series of blog posts where I give my (admittedly ill-informed) thoughts on one of the economic issues of the day.

These posts are not meant to be an in depth analysis of the issue at hand, nor do they necessarily represent the exact views of the author.They have not been thought through to a final conclusion, they are merely are an attempt to throw a curve ball at a subject that all too often is over-complicated by professional economists. Continue reading

The Invasion Begins

They’re here.

The freshers.

Wide-eyed ingenues wandering around the university keen to pick up their free pizzas, pot plants and ‘Take me to your dealer’ posters. The dwindling remnants of their adolescent angst and sexual desperation wafting in their wake. They are in the big city now and are ready to let it rip.

They have, however, brought an infectious energy to the place. We are now no longer just studious, diligent MBA’s. We have the younger generation to nip at our heels and remind us that, despite our desire to learn and achieve, life is after all, about fun.

The MBA Mindset

Two weeks into the Manchester MBA and the promised wave of work still hasn’t fully broken onto our heads yet. I’m certainly busy but still have enough time to record these reflections for you. Continue reading

A Novel Idea

Not strictly MBA related but thought I’d use this forum to share one of my other recent pastimes:

Two and a half years ago I was sitting, bleary eyed, on my sofa, waiting for the appropriate hour to wake and feed my then six month old daughter. I was watching an ITV documentary on the UK pension situation which was discussing how most of the country would be virtually penniless once they reached retirement age. Whether it was the tiredness or the growing hopelessness of the impending crisis, from somewhere came a flash of inspiration. I finally had my idea for the novel I always told myself I would write. Continue reading

Making Friends

Funny thing, friends. When you’re young you can’t seem to stop making them. They just seem to attach themselves to you like post-it notes to the back of the class stooge. When you get older, it becomes more strenuous. It’s almost like the position of “friend” becomes closed. You are no longer accepting applications.

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