Tony Payne ponders 21 years of The Briefing, and the next 21. Whenever I look back over the history of The Briefing—all 366 issues, all 21 years—I find it almost impossible to resist thinking about my eldest daughter, who (like The Briefing) was born in April 1988. In fact, I've
Tony Payne: This April marks the 21st birthday of The Briefing. You were instrumental in launching The Briefing back in 1988. Why did you do it? Phillip Jensen: As best as I can remember (and history from an unreliable memory is the best way to do it!), at that
As I enter middle age, I confront one of the dangers of becoming ‘more experienced’: bitterness. I am not an old man, but I have never really been young at heart. This means that I have always had a cynical streak. Now I find that I can be awfully cynical—particularly
I was tempted to call this post ‘J*st do it’, but I’m told that those three words are owned by Nike Corporation, and I am worried that their use one after the other (beginning with ‘just’ and followed immediately by ‘do’ and ‘it’) in any context whatsoever and for any
Psalm 19 is famous and rightly so: The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. (vv. 1-2) The psalm, originally a song,[1. The heading, not supplied by editors, for once, says “To the
There’s a saying in corporate life that goes “change will only happen if the perceived benefit is greater than the perceived cost”. Like most sayings, it makes sense: you’ll only do something new if you think the effort is worth it. Whether we like to apply corporate models to
There’s no doubt about it: this 21st birthday Briefing has put me in a nostalgic frame of mind. I’m finding myself daydreaming about the late 80s when New Zealand wore beige and brown body shirts in one day cricket, when U2 was a young, emerging supergroup, and when the book to
To The Briefing on the occasion of your 21st birthday: I think I was about 21 when I first met you. I was at a conference up at Merroo (the centre where the showers alternated between scalding hot and freezing cold, and the hall was large enough to house