Dean Friedman is marmite. If ever a musician could be described as that revolting yeast extract, it must definitely be him. I’ve seen him perform live twice – once in 1986 at Ronnie Scott’s, then again a few years ago at Dingwall’s in Camden, and both times I loved him. Went off him a bit when he didn’t want to kiss me though. (“I don’t kiss fans…”) But I do know people who can’t stand his whiney tone and physically cringe if Lucky Stars comes on the radio.
So it was quite lovely to have lunch with someone this week who quoted his lyrics before we’d even ordered cocktails! Happily, I have never been to a business meeting, lunch or networking event where I’ve struggled to make conversation; and my favourite has to be when the chat starts with common musical tastes. When people say they have nothing in common, I simply don’t believe it – there is always a shared thread. And once you find it, the thread unravels and suddenly the moon’s smiling down and you’re running in stilettos to catch the last train. Or something like that anyway,
My lunch date cast his eye quickly over the menu then slowly scrolled through my iPhone music collection. Yes, we like a lot of the same things. No, he doesn’t want to take me diving. Yes, we know a few of the same business contacts. No, he’s not going to dance in the restaurant to entertain me.
I had to be up early the next day to attend a local business exhibition, where I made some very interesting new contacts. Someone asked me to present a LinkedIn workshop at a national conference in January, I met an energy harnessing hypnotherapist whom I’ve linked up to the angel funded project I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, and I was given a lot of free chocolates. Result, result, result.
A charming man approached me as I wandered around the hall. Having spoken a few times previously on LinkedIn and Twitter, we’d arranged to say hello during the afternoon. Being a regular reader of this blog (thank you!), he recognised me straight away. He also knew an awful lot about me, and laughingly confirmed that he’s not a stalker. I guess this does put me at a disadvantage. Does that mean I’m offering an unfair advantage? Anyway, it certainly speeds up common thread conversations when meeting someone for the first time and we had a lovely chat, drawing in passers-by to join in the fun – that’s networking!! (I can also give you a fair advantage in business – click here to find out more!)
By the way, I don’t usually drink cocktails at lunchtime – tap water with a bit of ice will do. So if you’re thinking about meeting up to discuss your social media needs, don’t worry about getting even a teeny bit drunk – that won’t happen. An evening meeting in Liverpool Street…? Well, that might be another story for another day.
You may be expecting some of Dean Friedman’s words of wisdom here, but I’m more in the mood for Jim Kerr today. ‘Will you recognise me? Call my name or walk on by – rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling down, down, down, down.’
I’m actually writing this on Saturday morning with the garden doors open and sun shining brightly, but the three-day forecast for London shows storms ahead. So if the rain is indeed falling as you read this, cuddle up and stay warm and dry. And…‘Don’t you forget about me, I’ll be alone, dancing, you know it baby.’ Maybe not alone, but always dancing. Join me? @WeekendWitch.