Well today it’s my birthday (cue fanfare music sting and dancing girls…. and… go sting …go girls) and I thought I’d share a guilty pleasure with you. You’ll like it. I promise. No not that one… nor the one with the Salsa dipping sauce and Mojo Webb soundtrack… no. It is my Finnish pleasure.

Sometimes the best experiences are the simplest.  When traveling some time back from San Diego to New Orleans, I was dumbfounded by the huge menus presented to my at the various diners, cafes, hole-in-the-walls, and Texas BBQ roadhouses along the way. Much like America – the menus were over the top in terms of choice.

It is funny some of the things you discover trawling through the internet. Pom Poms for example. We are producing an event, a sales kickoff for 2009-2010 and rather than having the audience applauding – each regional team will be presented with their own ‘team’ Pom Poms.

I remember way back in the eighties my dad had one of those executive toys on his desk. Crash a series of suspended balls together, repeat, lose your patience. And now close to thirty years later, I am sitting at my desk showing off my bucky balls.

Bit of discussion concerning the clip in this post but the general consensus was that if a suitable warning is made then it should all be apples or in this case pommes.