This little guy keeps visiting me every morning. We have breakfast together, then he jumps on the fence and leaves. Urgent meetings at the park, he said.
Heading to TfM (Technology for Marketing UK). Speaker and session line-up seems promising. This time I won’t talk. I will (finally) relax and enjoy all sessions…
(The original post is here, in Italian)
I met all of them years ago, when I started my MBA class, in Milan. It was the end of 2003.
One year later Confraternita del Geco (Brotherhood of the Gecko, also called Confra) was created by 8 brave MBA students. One (not so brave) left – was forced to leave? – a couple of years later. The 7 left established a solid friendship. A ‘statute’ was created. It was decided to celebrate the Brotherhood with a dinner, every third Wednesday of the month (Gecocena, the Gecko-dinner), each time in a different osteria in Milan, organised by a different member of the brotherhood – il Grangeco. A couple of them opened the first sushi factory in Italy. Then, a WhatsApp group was created – Confra members definitely mastered the latest technologies (including the fax). One of the members started traveling around the globe with the goal of putting his feet on every single country on the planet (including North Korea and Mongolia), another guy became passionate about Northern European beers, another one about global conferences and stages.
Confra members used to travel together – Spain, London, Amsterdam. In 2013 Confra celebrated in London 10 years of friendship. Then I moved to the UK and other members moved to more exotic places (Monza, Florence). The few remaining in Milan got silent for long long time.
17 years later, Confraternita is still alive – well, not properly kicking, a bit sick, but still alive. We barely meet each other; the WhatsApp group is still in use – the only shared activity last.
So, is this the end? Is it really the end of the heroic Confra? No, it’s not. I can still feel the spirit of Confra hovering over my head. Because Confra never dies, it’s part of life, it’s part of you, as Hooverphonics are used to sing (was it Anger instead?).
Follow the Confraternita tag.
Based on my yesterday’s conversation with A (12 yrs old), we adults cannot properly use hashtags.
You old guys (old guys = anyone >28/30s) go to the restaurant, take a selfie and write #attherestaurant. Dad, you just don’t understand hashtags. And you are even not able to take selfies.
A whole new fascinating marketing perspective is opening in font of my (old) eyes.
In Milan today. Watching some TV with A and M. X-Factor Italia. Super-boring. Never seen one of of the judges but his face is somehow familiar. The TV show is over. Time to go.
Then I recall the last days of the summer. And it’s not really because I am bit nostalgic (I am). But I keep thinking at the face of that guy in TV.
Summer. Early morning, 2AM. In Sicily with A. We are drinking a pint of Guinness in a typical Sicilish (Sicilian-Irish) pub, when we get invited by a friend who is partying in the same town with an Italian rock group, the Afterhours. Never heard about these gentlemen, but we decide to go. We enter the VIP area – why rock groups always get reserved a VIP area? – and we VIP drink and VIP eat some food. One hour later, we say good bye and we hit the road. Not so much conversation in place with the rock folks.
The singer. Finally, I realise that the judge and one of the guys at the VIP bar, specifically the one that was told being the leader of the Afterhours, are the same person.
It took so many hours to recognise the leader of the Afterhours.
Heading to Como, then to Milan, then back to London. Easyjet flight delayed. Ninety minutes. Ninety, not nineteen. Why do I keep taking these f****** flights? Easyjet just sucks. This is really a one million dollar question. Maybe because it costs to me/my company £100 less vs BA, that’s obvious. But if I think about how much time of my life I am wasting because of these f****** budget airlines I should seriously consider to invest a bit more and catch regular flights. And this is really the end of my evening thoughts.
PS. I feel some kind of relief with writing personal stuff over here now that I’ve moved all professional content to the other side.
Content Marketing Across Borders (contentacrossborders.com) is now live. More or less. Still in prototyping, testing, reviewing-mode but you know, I like announcing things when they are still far from being ready (and I can’t count how many times I got into troubles because of my attitude).
Anyway, site is almost ready but live. Many thanks to Douglas Burdett, owner of the content agency Artillery Marketing and the Marketing Book podcast; in fact, he suggested the site/domain name while chatting and drinking a good Cleveland beer last week at #CMWorld 2017.