Crisis of Confidence

You know that feeling that comes sometimes when you wonder whether you should keep going with what you are doing, or maybe consider changing your direction in life?

Well, it happened to me this week, and having completed my book (which was a real labour of love, and took me 18 months to complete), I did ask myself whether it possibly represented a closure on the entrepreneurial chapter of my life.

The answer came yesterday - I was asked to present the 2008 Enterprise Awards for the IAB at the House of Commons, and quite unexpectedly at the end of the event they presented me with their special award for 'Championing Entrepreneurship in the UK'.

I really thought my award winning days had ended when Red Letter Days crashed, so it was a real honour and delight to have my work in the small business sector recognised.

And I also think it was the Universe giving me the answer I was looking for.

So here in the office of Rachel Elnaugh Ltd today it's business as usual!

My thanks go to the IAB for giving me the wonderful gift of clarity.

A Big Thank You...

...to all who came along to the official 'Business Nightmares' book launch party and signing at Borders Oxford Street on Thursday evening.

It was a wonderful, memorable night for me with lots of friends and contacts making a big effort to attend from afar - including some of you who regularly leave comments on my Blog!

I am pictured here with various guests including my brothers Mark and Joel, two of my sons MJ and Paul, and my mother-in-law Pam.

For those of you who couldn't make it but who live in the Essex area I am doing a signing at Waterstone's in Chelmsford High Street at 12.30pm this Tuesday 13 May.

Hope to see you there!

Rachel

'List of Culprits Worthy of an Aria from The Mikado': An Explanation

I am indebted to Joan Yeadon who has emailed me with an explanation of Jonathan Guthrie's comment in his recent (rather nasty) review of my new book Business Nightmares (see my recent post 'And so it begins...(again)'

"Dear Rachel

I would not lose any sleep over what Jonathan Guthrie wrote about your book if I were you. What he says in his second paragraph will strike a chord with a lot of potential readers.

Now for the quick tell on what Mr Guthrie might mean by: “a list of culprits worthy of an aria from The Mikado” in his first paragraph.

The Mikado, is a comic opera in two acts, with music by Arthur Sullivan and libretto by W. S. Gilbert, their ninth of fourteen operatic collaborations. It is the most frequently performed G & S opera and it is especially popular with amateur and school productions. It was first performed on 14 March 1885 in London at the Savoy Theatre.

The Mikado is a comedy that deals with themes of death and cruelty. This works because Gilbert treats these themes as trivial, even lighthearted issues. Setting the opera in Japan, an exotic locale far away from Britain, allowed Gilbert to satirize British politics and institutions more freely by disguising them as Japanese.

The aria referred to by Mr Guthrie could be one of two:

- 'As some day it may happen' in Act I where Ko-Ko, the Lord High Executioner, goes through a "little list" of "society offenders" who, if executed, "would not be missed"

- A more humane Mikado in Act II where the Mikado lists “society sinners” and punishments that fit the crime

I consider the first song, As some day it may happen, to be the most likely reference and the lyrics for this song only are set out below. If you would like me to send you the lyrics to A more humane Mikado, let me know and I will ping it across to you.

The original song, As some day it may happen, manages to be racist (”the banjo-serenader and the others of his race”), sexist (”the lady novelist”), and classist (”the lady from the provinces”) all at once

As some day it may happen

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed--who never would be missed!
There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs--
All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs--
All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat--
All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like that--
And all third persons who on spoiling tete-a-tetes insist--
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!

CHORUS

He's got 'em on the list--he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of 'em be missed.

There's the banjo serenader, and the others of his race,
And the piano-organist--I've got him on the list!
And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,
They never would be missed--they never would be missed!
Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,
All centuries but this, and every country but his own;
And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy,
And who "doesn't think she waltzes, but would rather like to try";
And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist--
I don't think she'd be missed--I'm sure she'd not be missed!

CHORUS

He's got her on the list--he's got her on the list;
And I don't think she'll be missed--I'm sure she'll not be missed!

And that Nisi Prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife,
The Judicial humorist--I've got him on the list!
All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life--
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed.
And apologetic statesmen of a compromising kind,
Such as--What d'ye call him--Thing'em-bob, and likewise--Never-mind,
And 'St--'st--'st--and What's-his-name, and also You-know-who--
The task of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to you.
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!

CHORUS

You may put 'em on the list--you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of 'em be missed!

W. S. Gilbert

People often adapt this song and come up with contemporary lyrics.

For example:

Peter Lilley's version at the 1992 Tory Conference which has bite and is tightly constructed:

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found
I've got a little list - I've got a little list
Of benefit offenders who I’ll soon be rooting out
And who never would be missed, they never would be missed –
There are those who make up bogus claims in half a dozen names
And councillors who draw the dole to run Left wing campaigns
Young ladies who get pregnant just to jump the housing list,
And dads who won't support the kids of ladies they have ... kissed

Tim Rice’s list constructed on behalf of the late Colin Cowdrey which he read at Cowdrey’s memorial service:

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found
I've got a little list - I've got a little list
Of some cricketing offenders I would banish from the ground
And who never would be missed, they never would be missed.
Such as coaches who would rather run ten miles than hold a net,
And chaps whose innings end because some blighter placed a bet.
I used to think that sledging was a sport that needed snow,
But now I know it’s something else it really has to go ...

Kindest regards


Joan Yeadon"

So now you know!

Labour Isn't Working

You don't have to be a rocket scientist to work out the reason why Labour is languishing at #3 in the polls.

Voters want to elect a party with a young, fresh, dynamic (and dare I say it, sexy) leader - like the fabulous David Cameron.

Look no further than the remarkable turnaround in the fortunes of the LibDems since they replaced old duffer Sir Menzies Campbell with Nick Clegg.

The best thing that Labour can possibly do right now to salavge any hope of winning the next General Election is to replace Brown with someone much younger, handsome and more vibrant.

Someone like, er, Tony Blair...

And so it begins... (again)

Just when I thought it might be safe to go back in the water, I read Jonathan Guthrie's rather nasty review of my new book Business Nightmares in the Financial Times.

Basically he has used the book as an excuse to slag me off (yet again) for being that business failure who is now simply a whining bitch. And it's clear from the review that he's only bothered to read the first chapter!!!

Interestingly, reading Jonathan's article (and the ferocity of his venom against me) you really have to wonder what kind of person HE actually is.

After all, as the old saying goes, people criticise in others what they secretly despise most about themselves.