By Tristan Amadeus
This week has been abominable.
Both partnerships, inside and outside of Adland, have been on the rocks.
My fiancée Georgia wants me to move to Switzerland, but I don’t want to; for a cornucopia of reasons.
The initial plan was for her to come to London in September, but plans can change.
I tell Ben everything, so I told him.
Obviously he shat a brick; six weeks to go and you hear that…
I told him not to worry; I’m not going to Switzerland.
I will use all of the techniques I’ve garnered at SCA to influence her to return to London.
However, the seed mutated quickly and Ben finally succumbed to the snake hissing at his door.
It’s weird how seven little words can turn your future on its head.
They say it’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters – and this debacle has stoked my fire to new dizzy heights.
I am thankful this has happened to me, it’s made my book and business plan so much better, already.
Rip out your heart and wear it up your sleeve.
Amadeus has arrived.