Conference Blues

Judging by this evening's first edition of the Sappington Bounce Gazette there are more exaggerated headlines in store for the Right Path Party as our annual party conference reaches its climax at the Margate Convention Centre.

Yesterday I launched a raft of sensible new policy initiatives while water-skiing along the River Medway. No fanfare, no hype, no publicity stunts, just policies, culminating that afternoon with Lionel Blair parachuting in through the ceiling of the auditorium in a pink jumpsuit to announce that he's staging Own Goal, a West End musical in the spring about the private life of ex-soccer star and confused gay man John Fashanu. What better way to illustrate our non-dom celebrity tax proposals which stand to net the Exchequer a not-insignificant 490 million pounds?

But what do the newspapers choose to write about? Not Blair and his musical. Instead we get the "controversy" surrounding the RPP's autumn conference theme tune. Granted thrash metal combo Gang Rape may not (yet) have a pop career to rival that of D:Ream, the pretty boys behind New Labour mantra "Things Can Only Get Better". But their latest foot-tapper, “Gravedigger Ass Explosion”, especially commissioned by the RPP, met with the immediate and almost unanimous approval of our conference delegates, even our discriminating front row of "Blue Rinsers".

Admittedly most of our golden gals are on artificial respirators these days, and have to be wheeled in to the conference every morning in expensive medical chairs.

But spirits were raised and the eyelids perceptibly twitching throughout Gang Rape's thrash medley – barring the one unscripted moment when lead singer Bozz Death stagedived head first into the front row.

For those of you that missed the live streaming from our RPP website, let's recap this week's big announcement.

The RPP is launching a new policy that we're calling "Inspiration for Respiration", bringing together healthcare coordination professionals, regeneration zone stakeholders and wellness rejuvenation personnel. What prompted this ingenious initiative was in-depth research, commissioned by the RPP, highlighting the fact that a staggering 400,000kw of electricity is being consumed every hour in NHS intensive care wards. By hooking up cardiovascular rowing machines, housed in fitness centres up and down the country, to artificial respirators, we can help save the environment and get our population fit and motivated again, with the knock-on effect of keeping our elderly hospital patients’ lungs pumping at reduced cost to the taxpayer. That’s a win-win message.

Incorporating the Mind: Update

On 26 November 2007 The Right Path Party will be facilitating a group of 20 young people on a mind incorporation tour of South America. Part of the tour will include a stopover in Macchu Picchu to meet the Incas. For those of you who have been struggling with our Incas factsheet (which has now been withdrawn), please note that due to a temporary short-circuit in cross-cultural communication, some figures are wildly inaccurate.

It appears that our copy editing department wasn’t made aware of the fact that the Incas use the binary number system. So instead of 100 toilet rolls, participants are advised to bring an extra four each to Inca Base Camp. Equally every tent should NOT be big enough to accommodate 1,000 people, but eight people. And finally a word of reassurance for those of you panicking about the average seasonal inland temperature for November of 100,001°C. Leave the radiation suits at home. It’s actually a more modest 33°C.

Click here for more information about the tour.

(originally published 8 October 2007)

Come Meet the Man In The Mirror

“Jeremy McClintock is a people person. And Jeremy McClintock will become the people’s politician.”

I shout that mantra into the mirror every morning, and seldom do I see my reflection flinch. That much makes me believe I am a self-fulfilling prophecy here to save Britons – especially the young – from themselves.

How to salvage people and communities from the mounting pressures of everyday life is the question that has preoccupied me ever since I formed the Right Path Party. The voice in my head has reached fever pitch this summer, with almost nightly reports of children stabbing and shooting each other because they come from the wrong postcode. Research carried out by DUFFF reveals that 23 per cent of central Ipswich is now regarded as “chronically pedic”, while gangs in Nottingham are known to rip up and urinate on perfectly-recyclable fast food waste. Politicians need to address this problem fast. What can we do for our wasted youths and what can they do for us?

The answer, for the sons and daughters of five lucky readers, is a "self-actualisation" tour of Chile.

Incorporating the Mind Tour 2007

On 26 November 2007 the Right Path Party and DUFFF are organising a once in a lifetime 11 day excursion to South America. Its aim? To inspire as many as 20 young people, drawn from a list of national regeneration zones (vetted by the Home Office), in the ways of outdoor survival techniques and cross-cultural mind fertilisations. Part of the itinerary will involve free association focus groups with jungle tribesmen. We're also keen to hear from you, our regular readers, for practical ideas that we can add to the itinerary.

This is the first time - to our knowledge - that any political party has tried this type of daring social experiment. It's a challenge for everyone involved, and it's sure going to be a steep learning curve for me. Undeterred, I intend to rise to the challenge and incorporate these kids' minds. Public figures need to travel down the engagement path that leads from telling and explaining to reassuring and transferring task ownership and skills delegation. But most importantly we must all learn to improve the way we communicate with each other, especially given how the intra-strategic facilitation networks are heaving with the geno-thetic-synbadd potential of stakeholders.

DUFFF head honcho Sir Alain Shipmount has agreed to lend us some key personnel for the tour, including the considerable faculties of their Associate Jesus, Rich Wilkes. “I started being Jesus about two years ago," recalls Rich, "and realised it was a good way of regenerating communities”. I have seen this guy spread the word through the regeneration zones of Clapham Park and Upper Venting and it’s impressive. Chile will be tough, but with a Jesus on board we can help to lighten the load.

The tour will begin on 26 November in Chile's capital Santiago. From there we trek down to Patagonia in order to meet the rural population, before heading to the Pacific for an ecological brain-storming session with Greenpiss, and then up to Macchu Picchu for a party with the Incas. Clearly there's a lot of self-discovery and personal re-evaluation to be done.

On a personal note, this tour was scoped out, costed, implemented and delivered within three working hours. And so the man in the mirror was looking decidedly optimistic this morning. As a politician I may not always succeed in winning over the hearts of young people, but with this scheme I might just change their minds.

Competition

Want to win a place on Jeremy’s Incorporating the Mind Tour? Simply email us when you have worked out the missing letters to complete the following phrase: 

Facility is f------y. 

And, no, it’s not "family"! The first five out of the hat will win a securitised passport to progress.

(Originally published 18 September 2007)

Flushing One Million Toilets

As a green campaigner, I am delighted by the response to last month’s London Flushathon in which an estimated one million Londoners flushed their toilets for the environment. Such unprecedented mass participation is far more than The Right Path Party and myself could ever have hoped for.

The event took place between 8pm and 9pm on Saturday 14 July and was jointly coordinated by Green Piss.

To read more, go to the full press release.

A huge THANK YOU to everyone who took part in the campaign. Here's hoping the water companies - finally! - will begin to take water leakage as seriously as we all do. Watch this space and keep clicking on Environment Now for future campaigns and events.

Best wishes, Jeremy McClintock.

(Originally published 30 August 2007)

Juggling Priorities

Politics is all about sound logistics, and no-one could accuse me of not having come prepared when I arrived in Sappington Bounce High Street this week aboard a Sunseeker Portofino 53 offshore cruiser. I was here to inspect the damage caused by the freak floods and incessant rains that have been sweeping across the West of England this summer, and Sunseeker International – whose spirit of adventure began more than forty years ago, and whose range of motoryachts has expanded since then, with each new addition adding something rather special to a highly competitive market – kindly donated one of its impressive craft to help with the clean up operation.

The Portofino 53 comes with built-in radar, flatscreen televisions in each cabin and a full wetbar with hot and cold water.

What a damned nuisance, then, that three days of dry weather had reduced the floodwaters to an insignificant puddle, so preventing me from navigating the high street by speedboat.

“It’s a lot worse than it looks,” says Colin Wyndham, a former champion yachtsman and now Chairman of Sappington Bounce Round Table, as we survey the damage from the bridge of the Sunseeker, which although not going anywhere provides a superb vantage point. “The Victoria Tea Rooms were under six feet of water this time last week,” Colin notes, “and the other side of town was like a duck pond.” We head off to take a look.

Unfortunately the narrow streets of Sappington Bounce weren’t designed to accommodate a 58-foot long motoryacht being towed by a Winnebago. We take a detour through Sainsbury’s car park where I count at least two overturned cars. Only now does the carnage wrought upon this delicate little hamlet when the River Piddle burst its banks a fortnight ago begin to hit home. So far the cost to local insurers is estimated at a staggering twelve million pounds.

Later on Colin discretely informs me that the overturned Volvo was in actual fact my doing (apparently it clipped the stern of the Sunseeker as we accidentally reversed into Sainsbury's exit barriers). “Let’s get things in perspective,” I tell him. “Where would this country be right now without its insurance industry?” As ever lateral thinking wins the day. And in any case it’s a well-known fact that the Winnebago has always suffered from a terrible blind spot.

If the lower end of the high street is anything to go by then that Volvo owner should be counting his blessings. Outside the Job Centre an incongruous sign reads, “Batch 22 jobseekers report to Southampton Benefits Office now.”

“Catch 22, more like,” says Colin, pointing out that much of the lower Southampton road is still waterlogged. It’s at times like these when the true insensitivity of the public services is revealed.

Nigel, a Batch 22 jobseeker, joins us for a coffee aboard the Winnebago and tells of his ambitions to be a film director. Nigel is bursting with raw talent, and illustrates perfectly well the regenerative potential of rural communities like Sappington Bounce. Have I just met the next Martin Scorsese? The fact that Nigel admits to spending 20 hours a day “or more” (?) downloading images of women’s feet from the Internet suggests not – but then doesn’t it equally testify to the unpredictable fortunes of the creative industries, where one day you're signing on in Sappington and the next busy directing your first Hollywood feature film?

Later that afternoon I introduce Nigel to Sir Alain Shipmount, Co-founder and Secretary of DUFFF, and one of the UK’s leading creative consultants. What Sir Alain doesn’t know about geno-thetic synbadd potential frankly isn’t worth knowing. Indeed, so profound is his influence over contemporary popular culture that when Chris Martin of stadium rock band Coldplay was suffering from the creative jitters last December, it was Sir Alain that he phoned first. And the outcome of the consultation? “I put him in touch with the Noise Abatement Society,” says Sir Alain, with characteristic modesty. To his credit we haven’t heard a whimper out of Chris and the boys since. Now that’s what I call successful brand management!

Finally, as if any further evidence of the interface between politics and the creative industries were needed, Sir Alain and I end the day with some impromptu canvassing for the Right Path Party, ably supported by Nigel, our budding filmmaker; Brian, a juggling Harlequin; and Bonzo Doo-Dah, Britain’s only politically-active chimpanzee (although I’m told there are currently three in Northern Ireland). It’s lateral, sure; but there’s no mistaking the power of symbolism. Bonzo successfully draws the public’s attention to hunger in Africa by making off with a child’s cheeseburger, while the juggler leaves everyone in no doubt that I’m a safe pair of hands who can keep all his balls in the air at once.

Plane Talking

A final word on the Heathrow airport protests that greeted me as I arrived back from my African Tour at the weekend. Demonstrators had latched on to Terminal 5 expansion plans in order to highlight the harmful environmental effects of air travel.

To my mind the main point being demonstrated here wasn’t so much the rights or wrongs of either party, with the aviation authorities wanting to increase passenger capacity on the one hand, and local residents and environmentalists understandably wanting to restrict noise and environmental pollution on the other. Of course, these were legitimate concerns. But there were more profound political lessons to be drawn here concerning the way in which politics in this country is presently conducted.

I’m especially keen to sound out grassroots activists these days; even if I don’t always condone their tactics, I’m the first to defend their right to express themselves, even if the protest is verging on the unlawful.

Take Ken, for instance, a local resident who had superglued his testicles to an air traffic control mast: “I’d rather lose my balls than one more night’s sleep,” Ken blurted out, clearly in a great deal of pain. As he was led away by security officials with the mast still attached, I couldn’t help but marvel at the deep-rooted passions that this controversial issue has aroused. We all want to enjoy the freedom and convenience of unlimited air travel. But what good is unlimited air travel if in the process we inflict irrevocable environmental damage?

I’m a convert to the environmental cause. And it must be said that the way in which the government has dealt with this issue has been misguided and wrong from the very outset. We don’t simply need to listen more closely to people like Ken when drafting legislation; we also need to harness such passionate views, learn as well as listen, with the aim of providing people like Ken with meaningful stakeholder experiences as we process, facilitate, strategise and coordinate the creatively integrated futures of people and communities.

Visit your nearest DUFFF agent today and sample the brain juice currently on offer.

(Originally published 24 August 2007)

Blogging On Safari

Some people just can’t make the connection between the current situation in Africa and the recent outbreak of foot and mouth disease in the UK. If it’s not happening on our own front doorstep then it’s irrelevant. This is more than unfortunate – it’s a travesty. Politicians need to get wise fast to how global issues are local issues.

This week I’m staying at The Waffles Big Game Reserve in Kenya on the first leg of my Trade + Spades Tour 2007, organised in conjunction with The Right Path Party, DUFFF and Green Piss, the consciousness-raising environmental lobby group behind last month’s London Flushathon. Bloggers please note that although it’s remote out here, especially when you're on safari, I’m checking my emails regularly, so keep posting your comments to my electronic mailbag.

Day 1 Linda van de Heijden, chief gamekeeper on the reserve, heads our convoy as we journey across thirty thousand acres of wild open bush. It’s an extraordinary place for wildlife. How does Linda manage to keep the herds of tigers and elephants so conspicuously free from disease? “Progressive animal husbandry,” she says, “plus the odd bit of shotgun therapy.” UK farmers take note.

Despite being born a Springbok, this is the first time I’ve actually ridden an elephant. It’s a surprisingly comfortable ride. Lucy and Dumbo are a real credit to Linda and her fellow gamekeepers, for whom ecotourism has become a byword for sustainable development. It’s only a matter of time before that investment filters down to ordinary Kenyans.

Later that evening we meet some Maasai tribesmen who throng our tent to hear my keynote lecture, “Trade and Aid in Spades”. It’s not clear how much they understand, but without doubt there’s a meeting of minds, especially when the village elders invite me to dance around a satellite dish in a traditional tribal costume, which comprises little more than a scanty leather sarong.

Day 2 One step forward, two steps back. The politically correct brigade is at it again, alleging that an extract from last night’s speech has racist connotations. I’ll let you be the judge of that:

"When we talk about trade let’s not forget the spades. Think what a difference ten million spades could make to agriculture in Africa.”

It must be the silly season in Grub Street. I dish out an ultimatum to journalists at the dawn press conference: tune in or ship out back to the safari lodge. The fact that three quarters of them pack up and leave on the spot is a surprise – until one of our entourage points out that England is due to play Wales in a rugby international tonight. Although we didn’t pack a TV (there wasn’t enough room on the pachyderms) I get the last laugh when Derek, one of the Maasai tribesmen, invites me into his hut, where he unveils his pride and joy: a 32-inch Sony plasma screen TV with Dolby Surround Sound.

Later on we watch the game over a couple of beers. Derek, a former security guard from Leytonstone, is a perfect illustration of what I mean when I say that global issues are local issues. Like an increasing number of young people – not just from the ethnic minorities, but from right across the social spectrum – Derek is rejecting the Western European lifestyle and reconnecting with his cultural heritage. “There’s a whole different language and culture out here,” says Derek. “You can have loads of wives if you want and no one hassles you for it.”

Derek admits to presently having 14, although after the third crate of beer he revises that figure upwards to 62 (it seems he may have been getting confused here, either between his present number of wives and how many women he’s slept with, or else with the score in the rugby game – England ended up beating Wales by 62 points to 5). In any case, on this evidence globalisation is already confronting us with profound cultural challenges.

Day 3 Up before dawn to prepare for a charity football match pitting the Maasai against a celebrity team including Chris Martin (from stadium rock band Coldplay), Lenny Henry, Nick Knowles (last time he was in Kenya he was hamming it up for the cameras on Mission Africa, the BBC television series in which volunteers built an eco-resort in trying circumstances), Jamie Oliver and Yours Truly.

The objective today is to raise awareness for a forthcoming environmental awareness campaign sponsored by DUFFF and Green Piss. “Raising awareness is crucial,” admits Chris Martin (pictured) who’s broken off rehearsals with his band Foldclay in Spain especially to be here. “People need to be more aware about environmental awareness campaigns like this one.”

But in addition to this admirable ambition, according to Hunt Freaker, DUFFF’s Executive Coordination Strategy Chairman, there are other principles at stake: “The important thing, apart from the awareness, is that we enhance intercultural communication between the two teams, who stand as a microcosm of regenerative participative networks in the local-global arena.”

Unfortunately the intercultural communication has some way to go when it emerges, half an hour before kick off, that the teams have completely different understandings of the “arena” in question. For the Maasai, the “pitch” is an enormous patch of bush approximately 26 km wide, an alarming revelation that results in five of our players - including the hapless Knowles - being spontaneously struck down by a mystery virus. Down but by no means out, we decide to split the difference with the Maasai: five-a-side over ten clicks instead of 26. To their credit Chris Martin, Lenny Henry and Jamie Oliver stick with it, the latter preparing refreshments atop a cantering Dumbo the elephant. Keith Floyd never did this.

Day 4 27 hours (?!) into the match, and the intercultural communication hasn’t yet managed to establish the concept of “half-time”.

Day 5 Or “full-time”.

(originally published 9 August 2007)

Bed Pans And Broomsticks

Healthcare is always a hot issue, and this week I’ve been taking the temperature at the special invitation of Jill Duckworth, Communications Manager at the Sappington Bounce NHS Trust. Jill was so taken with my al fresco sleepover in Victoria Park last month that she invited me to repeat the experience, only this time I’d be spending three nights in the hospital’s Tahiti Ward.

Arriving first thing Monday morning with a suitcase full of bare essentials my first question is – where am I going to sleep? An awkward one this, since Jill has been rushed away unexpectedly, and it’s all systems go on the ward. Undaunted, I volunteer to crash in the intensive care unit, which turns out to be the only spare bed in the entire hospital.

It’s a long way from Tahiti, but this will do. While unpacking my golf clubs I get talking to Dave, one of the hospital porters, who challenges me to a round, before lamenting that he’s “wheeled out three stiffs already” this week. If Dave was in Iraq they’d give him a medal, but here he’s just another unsung hero on the front line of patient care.

Unlike the hospital’s valiant doctors and nurses my job description this week is far more mundane, although no less important. I begin by shadowing Glenda, a hospital cleaner with 20 years' experience, who swears blind she was born with a mop in her hand. As we begin chatting I figure Glenda must be sitting on a wealth of untapped insights. What does this hard-working hygiene consultant make of the dreaded MRSA virus?

Glenda’s response, when it finally arrives, is like a breath of fresh air: “I just mop up the shit.”

Private sector cleaning companies have copped no end of flak for the lacklustre state of this country’s hospitals, but if Glenda’s sterling work is anything to go by hygiene should be the least of our worries. It’s such a revelation to see pile after pile of human excreta being systematically intercepted and then safely disposed of. After our mid-afternoon tea break Glenda and I swap roles, with me on the mop this time, and her on the bucket. We make a good team until I accidentally catapult a pile of vomit onto the ceiling (don’t ask how!) Time to call it a day.

The next morning I emerge from my intensive care suite rested and rearing to go. Jill arrives looking flustered: it’s been a bad night. A motorway pile up on the M27 has left a couple dead and their five-year-old son in a critical condition. Since there were no intensive care beds available at Sappington, the child had to be airlifted to a hospital on the outskirts of London, some 120 miles away, even though the accident took place a mere two miles down the road. It’s a cruel irony that speaks volumes about the way in which resources are currently being stretched in the NHS.

About time we thrashed out the day’s agenda (thankfully no more mops) and a scheduled visit by a DUFFF delegation of nodal facilitators and para-meta-linguistic design strategy consultants. Although still relatively unknown to the wider public, this type of partnership is typical of the way in which the NHS is adapting to the new challenges of 21st century healthcare. In an era in which a staggering 90% of terminally ill patients are diagnosed with a terminal illness, DUFFF is helping to radically alter perceptions. “With so many people wasting away on hospital wards,” Jill says, “isn’t it about time we started thinking creatively?”

Jill's clearly been on the brain juice. This isn’t just a question of alternative therapies – although of course homeopathic treatments have never been as popular as they are today. Instead, it’s more about turning the situation around and asking: “Am I really ill?”

Take Page 3, DUFFF’s resident artist. A deaf mute anarchist since birth, Page defied the medical establishment by opting for a career as a spontaneous bowel evacuation performance artist. Riana Baker, Page’s agent, recalls how the biggest hurdle lay in convincing Page that there was nothing actually wrong with her. “It took some doing,” says Riana, “but once the circus bookings started coming in there was no stopping her.”

So what hope the patients on Tahiti Ward might be able to harness the creative potential of their illnesses? Bill is a 53-year-old window cleaner who fell off a ladder while reaching for his shammy leather, and who now may never walk again. Would he ever consider performance art as a means of overcoming his handicap? “I suppose if they gave me enough injections I could fall off the ladder again,” says Bill. “Or they could drop you onto a trampoline,” suggests Peter, a former tax inspector suffering from chronic honky instep. “They could set fire to me for all I care,” he adds sourly. “Since my wife ran off with a landscape gardener life’s not been worth living.” I pass Peter’s details on to Riana.

The day ends with an exhilarating performance by Page 3, who sprays the ward with faeces. The patients are so enthused that they even get a Mexican wave started (apologies to the lady with her arms in plaster). That’s the spirit - laughing in a shitstorm shows the true potential of cognitive therapy. Even the nurses join in. “I never imagined doing a pooh could be so artistic,” says Pam (pictured, with some of Page’s work, bottom right). Nor did I. Time to reach for that mop again.

To find out more about DUFFF visit The Right Path Party.

(Originally published 20 July 2007)

DUFFF - A Design For Life

During a recent visit to a deprived inner London estate I was struck by the invaluable work being done by the community leaders. “Don” (who prefers to remain anonymous) takes immense pride in rallying the local youth, organising “ball games” on the flyover, and generally sounding out the village elders on the estate about how to make “Trumpton” (again, anonymity rules) a place worth living in.

What struck me about Don and the rest of his crew was their ability to have fun and remain upbeat in the face of incredible odds. Tragically, Don’s mother died a year before he was born. But for Don and the gang, not only is life a game worth playing (even if you’re a poor loser), life is “the only game in town”. “It’s like a lottery,” Don observed as we were sitting at a blackjack table in the local casino at four o’clock one morning. “As long as you don’t put all your chips on black,” I chipped in. “My favourite colour,” he replied.

Lotteries aside, Trumpton is a mind-expanding case study in 21st century community relations. It provides an invaluable lesson in how community leaders like Don can provide strength and cohesion in the midst of all forms of wayward behaviour. “My light’s always on for people,” Don observes philosophically. “Anyone needs stuff, day or night, I’m the man.”

Don is the perfect example of a new breed of community worker that resists the conventional labels and categories that still define so much of our local government. Don’s not a regular “nine to five” man. Sometimes, he admits, he doesn’t get up at all. Is that so wrong? Don is a role model for his community, not because he’s bursting with qualifications, but precisely because his CV is adaptable. In fact Don admits he’s never had a CV, but that if he ever needed to he could always get hold of one. Exactly!

Designing Urban Futures Facilitation Foundation (DUFFF)

We need more “Dons” in our society. Right now Britain is crying out for them. And spending the last few weeks knocking back the brain juice in the vicinity of Don’s local turf has convinced me that his involvement in the Designing Urban Futures Facilitation Foundation (or “DUFFF” for short) would provide this new and exciting project with a real shot in the arm. So welcome aboard, “Don”!

What is DUFFF? Allow me to quote what Wan Tripp, Executive Facilitation Coordinator and Chief Communications Strategy and Policy Design Director of DUFFF, said during a press conference only last week:

“DUFFF is all about expanding the regenerative potential of participative networks, not just in the macro-sense of community expansion, but also at the micro level. This is all about facilitating the non-linear and geno-thetic-synbadd potential which links the local to the global through SPANER, and through viable intra-communication strategies, succeeds in actualizing the community’s FLOPP.”

Clearly this is a bold statement that we would do well to understand. But basically what I think Wan was crapping on about was that for far too long local communities have been held back by a mixture of overregulation and fuzzy thinking. This hasn’t just affected the people often unfortunate enough to live in them; it’s also stymied the possibilities for creatively minded individuals to prize themselves away from these urban wastelands. “Would the last person to leave Trumpton please switch off the light?” If only it were possible.

DUFFF is committed to the design of future communities. The Foundation – which includes an advisory panel comprising many of our country’s top brains (plus “Don”) – already presides over a significant financial war chest for “participative expansion and design coordination in intra-communicational mind policy regeneration software initiatives”. That’s food for thought. And over the coming months we hope to invest money in areas ranging broadly across architecture, design, needlework, ethnic pole-vaulting, flower synergy, dehydration and cigar research.

So where does DUFFF go from here?

DUFFF works in close partnership with the Right Path Party. Together we want to expand minds and regenerate windows of opportunity at the summit of creative thinking. We would like to hear from key stakeholders and community partners today – and particularly if you’re an experienced team builder, facilitator, regenerative designer, architect or 3D graphic illustrator, mind expansion software innovator, virtual geographer, ethnic pole-vault instructor, environmental activist… or just plain “Don”.

Contact us here today.

To find out more about DUFFF click on this site's links to The Right Path Party.

(Originally published 2 July 2007)