Aidan Williams - High Acuity

The last few weeks have been incredible for myself, my partner and our company. We’ve really upped our game, had some great meetings, taken on a few new clients and our existing ones are extremely ecstatic about the work we’ve produced and how easy we make the whole process for them.

Unfortunately after two weeks of having a mild form of the flu, I contracted the 48 hour vomiting bug that’s been going around London and I’d like to share all of the gory details with you all, so you can truly appreciate your health. I started vomiting rather violently at 4am on Sunday morning and when I say violently, I mean so hard that it was coming up through the back of my nose… beautiful.

After a couple more vomiting sessions and painting the bathroom in the kinds of colours Jackson Pollack would be proud of, I eventually started vomiting blood. I called the National Health Service Direct number and after telling them my symptoms, they told me to get a taxi into the nearest Accident & Emergency hospital.

My girlfriend took me in and soon after taking my details and bringing me into a room, I promptly vomited more blood on the floor, passed out, collapsed and bloodied up my knee.

After taking my blood for tests, re-hydrating me with a litre of fluids from a drip, a couple of injections to stop the vomiting and a 4 hour stay in the hospital I said I would like to rest at home and the doctor seemed okay with that, saying I should take a couple of days off work to get my energy back.

It probably didn’t help that I’ve had a mild form of the flu for the past couple of weeks that hadn’t really taken, so my body’s defenses weren’t at their best.

This is the first time I’ve been ill for any length of time or with an illness of this severity in a good few years. Aside from my work hours, I tend to think of myself as a relatively healthy person.

I don’t mind the whole being ill thang, but what did upset me is that I missed the 32nd birthday party of one of my closets friends. I did make it up to him though.

So… incredible week, but crappy weekend – I guess you have to take the rough with the smooth in this life eh!

Enjoy your health guys!   

It’s been a busy six months to say the least. Lots of meets and greets. Lots of great work done and repeat clients. We’ve had incredible responses to our launch from some extremely talented individuals and agencies – still, it’s early days.

Our new website is up and running and displays perfectly on everything, including a specialized design for the iPhone. We’ve got a news widget for anyone who wants to keep up to date with Positive Hype. And this is all just the beginning!

So here’s to the art of the start.

Cheers.

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On an entirely separate note it was my birthday yesterday.

After insisting we’d spend the day and night out together alone, relaxing, eating out and seeing a movie, my girlfriend threw a surprise party for me for the third year in a row. The day consisted of various faux disasters set up by my girlfriend to ensure we were in exactly the right places at the right times to meet everyone. I didn’t know anything until just before when she was on the phone and said “Yup, ten minutes.” And then the entire deception unraveled before my eyes. We all had a fantastic night, going to the theatre in the West End and then we went to a heaving pub afterwards for a few drinks.

Thank you so much to everyone who came! It really meant a lot. Especially those who had a bit of a journey to get here.

My sister and I met up with my brother at his new offices at 30 St Mary Axe (‘The Gerkin’) for an early Christmas lunch last Friday. He has the most incredible view over London from his office on the 31st floor, and despite the fact that the weather was terrible – it was still a great experience. We proceeded to the restaurant on the 40th floor which had more beautiful views over London AND fantastic food, and possibly the best Earl Grey tea blend I’ve ever tasted! (is it wrong to get that excited about great tasting tea? I don’t think so) I will definitely be going to visit my brother more often in the New Year.

If I were to regale you all with the fabulous food that my mum cooked over Christmas, it would provoke longings to embark post haste for my parent’s house, there to eat oneself cheerfully to death and gorge on Christmas delights. Everyone claims that their mother is the best cook in the world, but my mum really is the best cook in the world.

Christmas with my parents in the West Midlands was a haze of frosty mornings, country expeditions, conversations aside a crackling open fireplace, wonderful food and sweets, and a couple of great classic Christmas movies thrown in there for good measure. I cannot have Christmas without watching Scrooged at least once – it’s still timeless and classic and still my favourite Christmas movie of all time… just ahead of Die Hard.

On Boxing Day, my friend John, who I’ve known since I was twelve, and his girlfriend drove us out to Hay On Wye – a small town that’s famous for being filled with pretty much nothing but book shops and cafes. They have an annual famous literary festival where my brother saw Bill Clinton speak a few years ago.

We had a great day out walking in the (freezing cold!) countryside and ended it with a nice meal in a country pub at the Llantony Priory, which is the only building left standing in the ruins of an Augustine monastery that was build in 1180AD.

All in all it was a wonderful break for my girlfriend and I. I haven’t been home all year, so it was great to spend some quality time with my parents.