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	<title>Comments on: Just Be Creative</title>
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		<title>By: Phil</title>
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		<dc:creator>Phil</dc:creator>
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		<description>It&#039;s a strange, accelerated world. Five years ago I did 30 seconds in front of a camera on the beach at Arromanches, for which a TV company paid a truly ludicrous amount in travel costs (the fee was merely disproportionate). I never heard from them again until two months ago, when someone rang up to ask if I&#039;d like to contribute to their 65th anniversary programme in three days&#039; time. (Nothing about what, how or where.) &lt;i&gt;Oh&lt;/i&gt;, I said, &lt;i&gt;that &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; rather short notice, I&#039;d need to have a bit of a think, and besides I needed to go out in a minute to get my daughter from school. Could they send me the details? I&#039;d give them my email.&lt;/i&gt; It&#039;s quite difficult to fake taking dictation - people tend to sound unnaturally emphatic, signalling that they&#039;ve &lt;i&gt;definitely got that address down, oh yes, no problem there!&lt;/i&gt; So I didn&#039;t expect to get an email, and I didn&#039;t. You get to Yes or you move on - there&#039;s no time for anything else.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s a strange, accelerated world. Five years ago I did 30 seconds in front of a camera on the beach at Arromanches, for which a TV company paid a truly ludicrous amount in travel costs (the fee was merely disproportionate). I never heard from them again until two months ago, when someone rang up to ask if I&#8217;d like to contribute to their 65th anniversary programme in three days&#8217; time. (Nothing about what, how or where.) <i>Oh</i>, I said, <i>that <b>is</b> rather short notice, I&#8217;d need to have a bit of a think, and besides I needed to go out in a minute to get my daughter from school. Could they send me the details? I&#8217;d give them my email.</i> It&#8217;s quite difficult to fake taking dictation &#8211; people tend to sound unnaturally emphatic, signalling that they&#8217;ve <i>definitely got that address down, oh yes, no problem there!</i> So I didn&#8217;t expect to get an email, and I didn&#8217;t. You get to Yes or you move on &#8211; there&#8217;s no time for anything else.</p>
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