The more breakfast networking events we attend as Wonkana Productions, the more dynamism I uncover in fellow businesses. Somebody clearly forgot to tell ITV News, the BBC and the Chancellor that we're not all slipping into a lachrymose catatonia. Freshly laid gravel crunched as Aussie Col and I wound our way up to the scholastic portals of the Sunley Management Centre at the University of Northampton. Today was BNI day. Yes, I'm gradually working my way through a pantheon of initials and acronyms. First came the Enterprise Club, or the EC as I like to call it. They probably don't; who'd want to be the EC other than the EC?! Quite.
Then it was the BRX, BMB, The BC of Northampton and this morning the auspicious corridors of the BNI Sixfields Chapter. The well conceived formatics of such a meeting mirror the conventions of the BRX with referral slips, 60 second introductions and a hot British Isles breakfast. I think someone at BNI has upped the anti on the introductions front; they project a minute timer onto a screen and at precisely 60 seconds in it flashes "TIME UP!". Tempus Fugit as we say when us networkers are extemporising. What to leave out? Should I drop that gag as a crowd pleaser? All these intoxicating conundrums must be resolved on a foundation of fried bread, bacon, sausage and the usual accoutrement's. Some hearty fayre to set these ebullient businesses up for the day, washed down with a cup of optimism. There was no shortage of good humoured banter, with established members voicing each other's strap lines in their finest accapella. Already we have enquiries, meetings and points of contact. We have interest. Which is more than can be said for Gordon, Alistair and his motley band of fiscal reprobates. BNI for Prime Minister I say.
