At one point as our group dived into our particular miss-implementation of scrum we had, as you would expect, one wall of a meeting room covered in yellow sticky notes. And we’re not talking here about a poky little phone room. This was the room we used for ““all hands”” meetings and for team pizza lunches. You could fit a good twenty pizzas on that meeting table and still have room for drinks and garlic bread. ...

Back when I was a young whipper snapper I’d often work on some project in my father’s shed. By project I mean some kind of adaption to my car like grafting a couple of Webbers to the engine. Dad had better tools than I did, so I’d often save a particularly nasty job for the university holidays. ...