Walking with the boy through Kensington we pass a shop, or ground level office space, the window decorated with a logo of a naked man surrounded by rays of what presumably are light, or enlightenment, above is text advertising "Pure Leadership", beneath it the word "Homoluminous".
"Use that in conversation 5 times today" I tell the boy. It's the challenge.
We peer through the window, I've walked past this shop before. It's an office space, computers, desks, the floor covered in file folders and stray papers, on the desk beside the apple-branded computers are large rock crystals, geodes, there's a magic carpet carelessly knotted underneath the castors of the desk chair, a globe upon another desk, and I find myself wondering who on earth buys this bollocks. Really. I mean, what are they teaching leadership skills for? Getting people to drink the kool-aid? Who in their right mind walks into their office and looks at the mess of new age paraphernalia scattered across the desks and floor and decides that these people have something to teach them?
"Without seeming prejudiced" I tell him "It's pure bullshit".