Derek Jones

I worry that somewhere, sinking under the flotsam and jetsam of unsolicited e-mails in my inbox, is the one that really is going to quadruple my sales conversion, take my business to another level, create a world class digital experience, halve my printing costs, deliver sustainable double digit growth, cure my male pattern baldness and improve my sex life. Worse, I worry that there might actually be a proper e-mail in there, maybe even one from my boss asking me a critical question that needs to be answered yesterday … or last week … or last month! I’ve done everything the IT doctor told me I should do. I’ve ‘moved to junk’, replied ‘opt out’, blocked and unsubscribed. I’ve even been crazy (and desperate) enough to reply to a few, before realising that, in this direction, madness lies. Accepting then that there is nothing to be done other than reading at the least the first few lines of each fresh attempt to change my life, I have become a reluctant expert on the tricks, tacti...