My Unconfirmed Meeting With The Illuminati (And What Happened Next)
Just after the new year, my mind was blown.
See, after Christmas and once we got back off the mountain…
Barney is now officially in love with snowboarding and I am ruthlessly encouraging it for my own personal gain to try and go again before the years out:
… I had a ‘do’ to attend.
See, one of my long-standing private clients sold his business.
Now in normal circumstances, a ‘do’ is my idea of hell.
But I as had helped him sell up, showing my face was mandatory.
So down to London, I went, and in the end, well…
This ‘do’ blew my mind.
See, I knew his office was in a fancy part of London… but fuck me… the private members club was another level!
If the Illuminati is real, then I swear blind some of them were in this room.
Billionaires, professors, and even politicians.
…. Put it this way, if Prince Willam had walked in, I would not have been shocked.
Truth is, I’m not one for an environment like that.
… And my cowboy boots on and a Pina Colada made me stand out like a sore thumb.
So what’s a man to do when he finds himself at a dinner with the great and the good?
Pump them for information.
Now, maybe lips were loose because the booze was flowing…
Or maybe because my NDA is tighter than a duck’s arse…
… But either way, my mind was blown.
In 6 hours I got more information, ideas, and tax tricks than a lifetime of courses could ever give.
Which is the point of this tale today and a big reminder of a universal truth of this new game:
Aim to be the stupidest man in the room in at least one area.
… It’s the only way to get access to where you want to be.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.