13/07/2020
A few months back Mark and I flew to Ireland for a meeting.
At this point, we still weren’t taking Coronavirus tremendously seriously in the UK.
In fact, we were still allowed to fly, drink Guinness wherever we fancied, and stand as close to others as we dared.
Something the inebriated man at the pub urinal took full advantage of as he tried to redecorate my shoes.
We touched down in Dublin airport relatively early.
Picked up a rental car.
Zipped across the border to our meeting.
Had some lunch.
And zipped back 3 or 4 hours later.
We still had a few hours to go before our return flight, so we hailed a taxi to ferry us to Dublin’s Temple Bar.
The thing with getting a taxi is you never know what kind of driver you’re going to get.
The quiet, mysterious sort.
Or the kind who clearly feels uncomfortable if there’s more than a nanosecond’s silence.
Our driver, Sean, fell into the latter camp.
After plenty of small talk about why we were there, where my family in Ireland lived, and this new thing called ‘Coronavirus’, we talked money.
“We haven’t got any cash. Do you take card, or are you able to stop at a cash point so we can pull some Euros out?” Mark asked.
“Cards fine. I’ll take payment in any form, as long as I can spend it,” Sean joked.
“Great. We’ll pay you in bitcoin,” I chipped in, seeing the chance to deliver something I knew I’d find funny, even if Sean didn’t.
“Let’s call it 0.1 bitcoin shall we?” I continued. “That’s €50. Sorry, €10,000. Nope, €1."
(A reference to Bitcoin’s volatility, that I didn’t think warranted any further conversation.)
But Sean’s ears visibly pricked up.
“Bitcoin?!” He replied, the excitement obvious in his voice. “Is that why you fellas are here? For Bitcoin stuff?”
Honestly, I didn’t know that much about the currency at the time.
Fortunately, Mark knew a bit about coins.
Enough to talk with some confidence about things like Satoshis and blockchain.
Sean was in awe of Mark’s knowledge.
He asked questions, shared his predictions, and listened intently until we arrived at Temple Bar.
Plenty of the conversations I have with business owners about daily emails reveal something interesting:
They’ve tried email marketing for a while but stopped because it didn’t deliver any results.
When they show me the stuff they were sending out, it doesn’t take long to work out why.
If given the choice, someone would rather read the ingredients on the back of a shampoo bottle than your email, you’ve got a problem.
The key to crafting effective emails lies in talking about something your audience can relate to.
Or as Dan Kennedy puts it:
“Do not arrive as an interruption or disruption, attempting to divert your reader's attention from the object it is focused on, fighting to interest him in something different from what he is already, at this moment, interested in. Instead, align yourself with the subjects already possessing his attention, the matters already garnering his interest, the self-talk conversation already occurring in his mind, and the conversations he is already having around the water-cooler at work or at the kitchen table at home with peers, friends, and family.”
It’s one of the reasons observational comedy is so popular.
They talk about things we experience and can relate to.
Stay safe.