Julian writes: whose tune is it anyway?
(Filed under: Internal. Private. Do Not Let Eleanor Ever See This. I am writing this while still in a sort […]
Julian Writes.... signals from a waving not drowning Marketing Executive
Julian Writes…. signals from a waving not drowning Marketing Executive
The Private Diary of Julian Pilkington-Sterne
Julian Writes.... signals from a waving not drowning Marketing Executive
It wasn’t me! Clarification about premature leakage of commercially sensitive intelligence and formal apology.
To: Nick Owen, Eleanor Wheeler, Paul Warren and the Entire Senior Leadership Team From: Julian Pilkington-Sterne, Marketing Executive (Acting), Nick
Julian Writes.... signals from a waving not drowning Marketing Executive
Julian writes: Kevin Coyne. Are We Dreaming?
It’s 10pm in the NOP Office and Paul has vey kindly stayed back to help me craft the perfect song
Julian Writes.... signals from a waving not drowning Marketing Executive
Julian writes: Kevin Coyne. My Saviour.
It’s the NOP Office, late Monday afternoon. Paul is sketching brooding human forms as per. Somewhere, the kettle moos. I
Julian Writes.... signals from a waving not drowning Marketing Executive
Julian writes… it’s a lorra, lorra laughs. Not.
A change of atmosphere. Maja now sits at Alex’s desk “for training purposes,” though I detect a whiff of Eleanor’s
Julian Writes.... signals from a waving not drowning Marketing Executive
Julian writes…From Beeston to Belgrade and back again!
A revelation: Maja eats lunch alone in the stairwell. I found her there (purely by chance) and tried to engage