Last night I dreamed about a family holiday at the Palma Nova Hotel in Majorca from 25 years ago. I was 12.
My first day I spent entirely in the pool. A Spanish lad a foot taller than me stole my football and when I got it back, he punched me in the head until my eyes bled. I had to be rescued by other hotel guests. I still bear that anonymous guy a considerable amount of hostility.
During the holiday I was smitten by a girl called Karen who said she was from Newtownards. At age 12, that could have been the moon for all I knew and I was much too shy to do anything about it.
My last day there, a pretty Spanish girl who I had barely spoken to, gave me a card and told me she was in love with me. I was horribly embarrassed because she did this in front of 50 people on the coach. As I said, I had hardly spoken to her (though I remember the hotel ran a game for kids which involved multiple tasks – including feeding a partner with bread and chocolate milk while blindfolded) and remember her name was Carmen. I wish I’d been more gracious but I was still a kid.
It’s funny the things you remember most about holidays. And funny the things you dream about.
This doesn’t have anything to do with technology, entrepreneurship or even iPhone. As I said to Mike Cane last night,
It can’t all be ingenuity, vision and wisdom. Have to keep a good balance. Make sure there’s plenty of crap in there.