The residue has a price

Surrealist painting of an abandoned open-plan office at dusk. On a pedestal, a glass bell jar holds a small lavender cloud made of faint speech-bubble shapes, with an orange auction tag hanging beneath it. Wisps of vapour drift towards it from the empty desks.


In August I wrote a piece for Reworked about the extraordinary afterlife of Spirit Airlines. The airline had gone bankrupt, leaving behind 100 million emails, 500 million Microsoft Teams messages, and the files, calendars and other records of its working life. Google bid $10 million for the archive. Then micro1, a startup building AI agents designed to work inside simulated companies, made a late offer of $12.5 million.

The airline was dead. Its employees had lost their jobs. But the corporate corpse still had a few organs worth harvesting.

My argument was that an archive holds the residue of work, not the work itself. And that you don’t need to believe the residue is valuable for it to change how people behave. You only need to believe that someone else does.

This week, Diane Coyle, Bennett Professor of Public Policy at Cambridge, published a working paper that arrives at roughly the same place from the opposite direction. I came at it from twenty years of watching people decide what to put in writing. She comes at it from the economics of intangible assets.

Coyle explains why relationships become more valuable as AI makes everything else easier to replicate. Spirit shows what happens when someone decides to strip-mine the evidence of them. And in a particularly elegant piece of economic self-sabotage, the prospect of extraction may make people rather less willing to leave anything worth mining.

Relationships are the moat

Coyle’s paper, The business of business is relationships, opens with a number most comms people will find faintly vindicating. By WIPO’s estimate, intangibles accounted for between 77% and 90% of the enterprise value of large companies in the top ten economies in 2024. Not factories, not stock. Stuff you can’t drop on your foot.

She proposes distinguishing between two kinds of intangible capital.

Knowledge capital is the codified, transferable stuff: software, data, brands, patents, designs. It can be owned, licensed, protected and sold. Its value often depends on being able to prevent other people from using it.

Organisational capital is harder to pin down. Management know-how, internal routines, the relationships that make things happen, and the vast body of knowledge about how the organisation actually works, as opposed to how someone in Transformation thinks it works after spending six months drawing boxes. It’s tacit, contextual and difficult to separate from the organisation that created it.

Her argument is that generative AI will put pressure on the value of codified knowledge while making organisational capital relatively more important.

When everyone has access to the same models, the same automation and the same ability to produce suspiciously familiar PowerPoint decks, competitive advantage has to come from somewhere else.

She models work as a chain of complementary tasks, where the weakest link determines what the whole system can achieve. Making one link spectacularly efficient doesn’t help much if the next one still involves persuading someone in Procurement to reply on Teams.

Who knows whom. Who can get something unstuck. Who understands why a particular process exists, even though nobody has documented the reason since 2014. Who you actually need to speak to in Finance.

These aren’t decorative features of organisational life. They’re part of how economic value gets created.

It’s the most rigorous economic case for internal communication and collaboration I’ve read in years. And it never once uses the phrase “internal communication”.

The afterlife of an airline

Coyle recognises that some organisational knowledge can be digitised and transferred, although much of its value depends on the context in which it was created. AI complicates that distinction because it can learn from digitally recorded activity, acquiring something that looks remarkably like tacit knowledge.

Spirit offers a rather grisly demonstration.

Google’s $10 million bid was selected at auction, although the sale still requires court approval. micro1’s higher late offer has not displaced Google as the selected buyer. And the approval hearing, originally scheduled for 14 October, has now been postponed until 6 November, following objections about employee privacy.

In a letter to Spirit and Google, 121 US lawmakers warned that removing names and other direct identifiers might not be enough to prevent individuals being identified from the records. Unions have also challenged the proposed transfer. Google says personal information will be excluded or de-identified by an independent third party before it receives the data.

There is a particularly revealing distinction in the proceedings. A court-appointed privacy ombudsman has recommended approval following additional safeguards for consumers. Employee privacy, however, fell outside the scope of the assessment.

The passengers have a privacy assessment. The people whose conversations helped run the airline are still fighting over what happens to theirs.

The hearing has been delayed, but the commercial proposition remains: records of an organisation’s working life have attracted substantial bids from companies interested in what AI might learn from them.

That doesn’t mean Spirit’s organisational capital was worth $12.5 million. It means a bidder believed it could extract that much value from the records. Those are different calculations.

An archive might tell you that everyone went to Jane in Finance whenever a procurement decision got complicated. It can’t necessarily tell you why. Was Jane the expert, the person with authority, the person everyone trusted, or simply the only human being who knew how to make SAP behave?

A model might learn to reproduce the pattern without understanding what made it work. Which, come to think of it, is a reasonable description of several corporate reorganisations I’ve witnessed.

This is the distinction that matters. The relationships were valuable because they enabled people to do things together. The records may be valuable because they allow a machine to simulate how those people behaved.

Relational value, recorded value and extractable value are not the same thing. But they overlap, and AI is making the boundaries between them commercially interesting.

The Enron email archive has been used by researchers for more than two decades. The idea that old workplace communications might be useful to outsiders isn’t new. What Spirit makes unusually visible is the market price attached to those communications, and the question of who gets to decide what happens to them.

Which is a problem for everyone who has spent the last decade persuading employees to put more of their working lives into the record.

The bit that goes first

In my Reworked piece I argued that when people suspect their words might become someone else’s asset, the first thing they stop writing down isn’t the decision. It’s the reasoning.

The trade-off. The reservation. The objection that got overruled. The explanation of why an apparently sensible proposal was rejected because somebody tried it three years ago and the results were catastrophic.

You end up with immaculate archives of decisions, stripped of every doubt, disagreement and inconvenient fact that might explain how anyone arrived at them. A corporate memory consisting entirely of the minutes, with none of the meeting.

Read through Coyle’s framework, this is more than a records-management problem. The reasoning is part of what allows organisational knowledge to survive beyond the people who originally developed it.

And when people stop recording it, the reasoning doesn’t necessarily disappear. It goes back into phone calls, coffees, private messages and the heads of people who happened to be in the room. Which is fine until one of them leaves, another gets promoted, and a third decides they’ve explained the same thing to six successive managers and can no longer be bothered.

What disappears is the organisation’s ability to inherit that knowledge.

Access becomes a matter of proximity again: who you know, which meetings you’re invited to, whether you happen to sit next to the person who remembers why the policy says something apparently insane.

Digital working was supposed to make that knowledge more widely available. Instead, we risk rebuilding the old hierarchy with better software.

And there’s a nasty feedback loop here. The more organisations try to extract value from the records of work, the more reasons employees have to keep the interesting parts of work off the record. The archive becomes cleaner, the organisation becomes less capable of learning from itself, and everyone congratulates themselves on their information governance.

Of course, this isn’t an argument for recording everything. Quite the opposite. A permanent, searchable record of every workplace conversation would be an extraordinary resource, provided your ambition is to create the world’s most comprehensive database of things people wish they hadn’t said.

People need room to think aloud, change their minds, disagree and occasionally say something stupid without wondering whether it will become training material for a future product.

The challenge is to preserve the knowledge organisations genuinely need without treating every interaction as something to be harvested.

That requires judgement about what gets recorded, why, for how long and for whose benefit. Not merely another exhortation to work out loud.

Measuring the wrong thing

Coyle ends with a measurement agenda, because economists, like comms professionals, have an unfortunate tendency to want numbers for things that resist being counted.

Her proposed indicators of organisational capital include organisational structures, management practices, employee ratings and investment in technology. They’re a starting point for research, not a definitive framework, and she acknowledges the difficulty of measuring something so contextual.

The trouble with proxies is that they’re wonderfully easy to count, which makes it tempting to forget what you were trying to measure in the first place.

An organogram can tell you how many layers separate the CEO from the warehouse floor. It can’t tell you whether anyone on the warehouse floor trusts a word the CEO says.

We have more sophisticated instruments in the digital workplace: collaboration patterns, organisational network analysis, employee listening. But these have their own limitations. A Teams graph can show you who talks to whom. It can’t tell you whether they’re collaborating brilliantly or engaged in a six-month argument about who owns the spreadsheet.

Interaction isn’t necessarily collaboration. Activity isn’t necessarily value. And a record of communication isn’t necessarily a record of what mattered.

There’s another complication. Measurement changes behaviour, particularly when the people being measured know that their conversations might be analysed, retained or repurposed.

If people become more guarded about what they write, the resulting data may still look comprehensive. There will be messages, meetings, documents and beautifully coloured network diagrams. But the record will increasingly reflect what people are prepared to make visible, rather than how the organisation actually works.

The instrument isn’t necessarily broken. The behaviour it’s observing has changed.

That matters because we are increasingly tempted to treat digital traces as a complete representation of organisational life. AI makes it possible to analyse them at a scale that would have been unimaginable a few years ago. It doesn’t make them a neutral or complete account of reality.

And the more commercial value we attach to those traces, the less neutral the process of producing them becomes.

Who owns the residue?

There’s another question running through Coyle’s paper that Spirit brings into focus: who benefits from organisational capital?

Among the relationships she expects to become more important are those between employers and employees, including the negotiation over how productivity gains from AI are shared.

It’s a pleasingly civilised arrangement, assuming the employees still have jobs, somebody has invited them to the negotiating table, and the table hasn’t already been sold to Google.

At Spirit, the people who produced the archive are no longer working for the airline. The proposed transaction is being negotiated through bankruptcy proceedings, with the potential proceeds forming part of the estate. The people whose conversations make up the archive don’t individually control its sale, and there’s no reason to assume they will personally benefit from the value their records might create for an AI company.

Organisational capital is collectively produced, but the rights to its digital remains are not necessarily collectively held.

This isn’t entirely new. Employers have long controlled substantial amounts of the information produced in the course of work. What has changed is the range of things that information might be used for, and therefore what someone else might be prepared to pay for it.

Spirit makes that imbalance unusually visible. And the privacy objections demonstrate that ownership of an archive does not automatically settle the question of what may lawfully or legitimately be done with everything inside it.

For anyone running internal comms or a digital workplace, this creates an awkward problem.

We’ve spent years trying to persuade people to share what they know, explain their decisions and make work visible. We did so because organisations lose an enormous amount of knowledge when everything happens in private conversations and the heads of people who eventually leave.

We weren’t wrong about that. But we built the systems on an assumption that now looks increasingly quaint: that the record of working life would remain primarily useful to the people doing the work.

So the answer cannot simply be better transparency about retention policies. Telling employees that their conversations might one day be sold to train AI models is admirably candid. It is not necessarily going to encourage them to keep talking.

We need to make deliberate choices about which knowledge deserves a lasting record, how long informal communications should survive, what secondary uses are acceptable, and what meaningful limits apply to the exploitation of workplace data.

Trust isn’t something you can retrofit with an engagement campaign after you’ve designed a system that gives people every reason to keep their mouths shut.

Just because storage is cheap and someone in IT thinks the archive might be useful to an AI model in 2031 doesn’t mean every half-formed thought deserves to be preserved for posterity.

We also need to recognise that employees have legitimate interests in what happens to the records of their working lives, even when those records sit on corporate systems.

Coyle makes a compelling economic case that relationships will become more valuable as AI commoditises knowledge. Spirit shows that the digital remains of those relationships may have a quite separate commercial value. And the people creating both are beginning to notice.

The challenge now isn’t simply to persuade employees to write more things down. It’s to give them good reasons to believe that doing so won’t eventually be used against them, or turned into somebody else’s product.

Because an organisation can own the archive. It can’t compel the candour that made it worth having.

Build for change: communication that holds when the ground moves

Surrealist painting of a gnarled old tree with its roots wrapped in hessian and twine, standing on a floating slab of earth high above a distant landscape. Soft white clouds drift across a blue sky, with hills and water far below.

Most internal communications planning operates on the charming assumption that organisations are fundamentally stable places, occasionally interrupted by change. There’s business as usual, with its newsletters, intranet stories and meticulously colour-coded content calendars, and then there’s The Crisis, during which everyone abandons the calendar and runs around looking for the emergency distribution list. Half the people on it have left, the other half haven’t opened an email all week, and someone from Legal would like to review the holding statement.

This was always a deranged way to think about organisations. Now it’s bordering on wilful denial. Instability isn’t an unfortunate interruption to business as usual. It is business as usual. Yet we continue to talk about transformation as though it’s a journey with a destination, rather than a series of wearyingly unpredictable events punctuated by steering committees. Nobody knows what’s coming next, and the reassuringly precise roadmap presented at last month’s town hall isn’t going to change that.

The job, then, is to build communication that can flex: channels people already use and trust, in a digital workplace designed to adapt as the organisation changes around it. That work happens in the good times. You can’t build trust once the crisis has started, however enthusiastically you update the CEO’s talking points.

This was the argument of my recent keynote at Dan PR in Ljubljana, organised by Marketing magazin under the bracingly honest theme A World Without Stability. I can’t give anyone stability back. Nobody can. What we can do is build communication that holds anyway.

The future arrived wearing a knitted hat

In Nihonbashi, Tokyo, I was once shown around by a tour guide who sat on my shoulder. It was a small robot in a knitted hat, from a café called DAWN, and the person guiding me was a pilot working remotely: someone living with a disability that would make a conventional job difficult or impossible.

Japan has a labour shortage. It also has people who want to work and have been shut out of work. DAWN connects those two problems. Walking around Tokyo with a robot on my shoulder should have felt futuristic. It didn’t. It felt completely ordinary, which is generally how the future turns up: not with a fanfare, but on your shoulder, wearing a hat.

Sharon O'Dea, in a blue t-shirt and jeans, walks on a Tokyo street with a small robot on her right shoulder
Being shown around Tokyo by a robot guide (photo: Sharon O’Dea)

I wrote much of Digital Communications at Work, the book I co-authored with Jonathan Phillips, in Japan. Many of the forces starting to reshape work in Europe — ageing populations, labour shortages, automation — aren’t the future there. They’re already the present. Japan is a useful corrective to the sort of futurism that involves putting 2035 on a PowerPoint slide alongside a stock photo of someone prodding a holographic interface.

And these forces aren’t arriving one at a time. Demographic change, geopolitical volatility, AI, eroding institutional trust and the fragmentation of work are accumulating and colliding. None is going to wait for the previous transformation programme to finish, or for the steering committee to approve the next phase.

Look at who counts as ‘internal’ now. Employees, yes, but also contractors, frontline workers, supply-chain partners, remote workers and people who move between organisations and projects. Access to information becomes uneven. Context becomes inconsistent. Some people feel close to the organisation; others barely feel part of it at all. Yet plenty of internal communication still assumes an employee sitting at a desk, logged into a company laptop, with enough control over their working day to read a message whenever we decide to send one.

As we put it in the book, “A communication strategy that assumes equal access will, inevitably, exclude.”

The robot in Tokyo wasn’t interesting because it was a robot. It was interesting because somebody had designed a way for a person to participate who would otherwise have been excluded. The technology was infrastructure, not the purpose. Any industry rather more interested in selling technology than asking who it actually helps might want to reflect on that.

Build something that holds

Many organisations still approach communication as a publishing operation. They have messages to distribute, channels to fill and calendars to maintain. The success measures tend to reflect that: how many things went out, how many people opened them, how many clicked. We’ve become tremendously sophisticated at measuring the production and distribution of material without really establishing whether any of it made a blind bit of difference.

But when the ground moves, nobody cares how many intranet stories you published last quarter. They care whether they can find out what’s happening, understand what it means for them and reach someone who can help. An impressive open rate tells you very little about whether someone understood the message, trusted it or could do anything useful with it. You can open an email halfway through a shift, discover you need to complete a task on a system you can’t access, and still count as a communications success story on somebody’s dashboard.

That’s an infrastructure problem, not a copywriting problem.

In Digital Communications at Work, we describe five layers of a communication ecosystem: Plan, Collaborate, Publish, Distribute and Discuss. It’s a way of seeing how information moves around an organisation, rather than looking at each channel in isolation, which is what happens when every department has its own platform, its own budget and a persuasive account manager.

Once you’ve mapped those layers, you can ask an uncomfortable question: what if one disappears tomorrow?

We worked with a human rights charity whose people operate across countries run by authoritarian regimes. They know that social networks can be switched off, sometimes along with the entire internet. For them, relying on a WhatsApp group wasn’t just a question of convenience; it was a vulnerability.

They reduced their dependence on platforms most likely to be withdrawn and made regular local backups of essential materials, so people could still access what they needed without a connection.

Most organisations aren’t operating under those conditions. But the underlying question applies to everyone. If email and Teams disappeared tomorrow morning, where would your people go? If your intranet was unavailable, how would you reach your people? And how many of your supposedly business-critical processes turn out to depend on a spreadsheet maintained by someone who’s currently on holiday?

If the answer is ‘I’m not sure’, you’ve found something worth fixing (ideally before the next incident review).

Resilience isn’t something you buy during an emergency. It’s built through the dreary work of mapping dependencies, agreeing fallbacks and testing whether they work. Nobody gets excited about a backup distribution list until the day they need one, by which point it’s a little late to discover that nobody owns it.

Holding isn’t enough

It’s relatively easy to notice when something breaks. Far harder to notice when it stops being useful. Communication also has to adapt to changes that happen slowly enough for everyone to convince themselves that nothing much is changing.

Working patterns shift. New technologies appear. Organisations merge, restructure and acquire new populations of employees. The channels that worked brilliantly five years ago become less useful, while the people responsible for them continue filling them with content because that’s what the communications plan says they should do.

This is where organisations tend to confuse the channel with the job it was supposed to perform. The intranet, the newsletter, the employee app: these are ways of meeting people’s information needs, not ends in themselves. Yet we become extraordinarily attached to them, particularly after spending eighteen months and a substantial amount of money getting them approved.

In Digital Communications at Work, we argue for separating publishing from distribution. Keep a reliable source of truth, with content that’s accurate, owned and maintained. Then allow the channels carrying that information to change as people’s needs and working habits change. The information should be dependable. The means of reaching it should be adaptable.

That matters even more as AI assistants and agents become another way people access workplace information. Your content may increasingly be consumed and interpreted by machines before it reaches a human. If your policies are duplicated, contradictory or three years out of date, AI won’t magically fix the problem. It may simply repeat the wrong answer more efficiently, with the sort of confidence previously reserved for a senior manager explaining a system they’ve never used.

Flexibility isn’t an annual technology strategy exercise. It’s a habit of asking whether the channels you have still serve the people using them, and being prepared to stop doing things that no longer earn their place. Which sounds straightforward until you discover how many apparently indispensable communications exist primarily because somebody important once asked for them.

Resilience without adaptability leaves you maintaining an increasingly obsolete system. Adaptability without resilience gets you chaos with a new logo.

You need both.

Prepare the ground before you move the tree

On the Goto Islands, I stayed at Ako House, an old Japanese house restored by a man who bought it for one reason: to save the enormous old ako tree in the garden. He didn’t buy a house and happen to get a tree. He bought the tree and took on the house to protect it.

Japanese has a word for preparing a tree to survive being moved: nemawashi. Literally, it means digging around the roots, loosening the soil and preparing the tree so it has the best chance of surviving the move.

In organisations, the same word describes the work of consulting people before a decision becomes official. Talking to the people affected, understanding their concerns and allowing their input to shape what happens next. Not the ceremonial consultation that takes place once the decision is effectively irreversible, but the kind where somebody might actually have to change their mind.

We tend to do this backwards. Leaders make a decision, communications is brought in to prepare the announcement, and the people whose working lives are about to change hear about it once everything is settled. Then everyone is terribly surprised when they resist, and comms is asked to develop an engagement campaign to address the negativity. Perhaps with a colourful graphic explaining the benefits.

The groundwork isn’t the announcement. It’s the conversations that should have happened before it.

This is where trust becomes infrastructure too. People are more likely to believe what they hear during uncertainty if they’ve had reasons to trust the organisation when things were relatively calm. That means channels that work, information they can rely on and leaders who communicate even when they don’t have a polished answer. It also means being prepared to tell people things they might not want to hear, rather than treating every difficult message as a problem to be solved with more positive language.

Three sentences do an enormous amount of work: here’s what we know, here’s what we don’t know yet, and here’s when you’ll hear more.

‘We don’t know yet’ isn’t weakness. In a period of instability, it can be one of the most reassuring things a leader says, provided they do follow through on the third sentence. It’s certainly more useful than an elaborately worded assurance that the organisation remains committed to its people while declining to explain what is actually happening to them.

The same principle applies to the communication systems themselves. Agree what people absolutely must know, how you’ll reach them and who’s responsible for making sure it happens. Do it before the emergency, because when everything is moving, there won’t be time to build the relationships, the governance or the distribution mechanisms from scratch.

And no, buying an emergency notification platform is not a substitute for people believing the messages it sends.

Our robots are not AI

Back in Tokyo, there’s one detail about the robot in the knitted hat that I haven’t mentioned. The café’s website makes a point of saying: “Our robots are not AI.”

In an industry currently determined to put AI into absolutely bloody everything, including things that were working perfectly well before, this feels positively subversive.

Everything valuable about that tour was deeply human: the planning, choosing what to show me, the conversation we had, the connection we built. The technology’s job was simply to carry a person to where they were needed.

That’s a useful way to think about workplace communication, too. Technology can carry information further, faster and in more formats than ever before. AI is making that easier still. But carrying information isn’t the same as helping people make sense of it, and producing more content isn’t the same as building trust. If it were, the average organisation would have achieved perfect mutual-understanding nirvana by now.

I can’t tell you which change is coming for your organisation. Neither can your CEO, your IT department or your favourite LinkedIn futurist, although the latter will probably sell you a framework for it. What you can do is prepare for a range of possibilities, rather than betting everything on one prediction.

Build channels people actually use. Keep the information behind them reliable. Make sure the system can survive the loss of a platform and adapt when working habits change. And establish the relationships that will carry communication when people most need to trust what they’re hearing.

None of this can be bolted on after the ground has moved. It’s built in the calm, through the deeply unglamorous groundwork that rarely makes it into a conference keynote but determines whether communication works when it matters. It’s considerably less exciting than announcing a new platform or launching a transformation programme, which is probably why organisations keep doing those instead.

The ground will keep moving. The question is whether what you’ve built can move with it.

This essay draws on my keynote at Dan PR 2026 and ideas explored in Digital Communications at Work, co-authored with Jonathan Phillips. If you’d like me to explore these ideas at your event or with your leadership team, see my speaking page.

The produce button

A surrealist painting of a vast, pale office. On a pedestal, a small elegant machine with a single orange button pours out an endless flood of paper, screens and charts that sweeps across the room and up the walls. On the far right, a lone office worker calmly types on a laptop, almost buried.
Yes I burned a tree to generate this pic in CanvaAI, the irony is not lost on me.

At Unily’s Unite conference this week I watched someone turn a set of source documents into a podcast, an infographic and a video in the space of a few minutes.

This was Content Studio, Unily’s new AI-powered tool for taking trusted company information and turning it into different formats for different audiences: podcasts, videos, infographics and more, grounded in the original sources and with humans still in control of what goes out.

It was impressive. Genuinely impressive.

And I could immediately see the use case. Take a health and safety update written centrally, turn it into a visual explainer for factory workers, translate it into the languages spoken at that site, make an audio version for people who spend their working day away from a screen. Do in minutes what would previously have required designers, translators, video editors and several increasingly desperate emails to an agency.

There was, though, a rather lovely irony to the timing.

At the very same conference, I was running a workshop called Signal Over Noise: Winning Attention in an Age of Infinite Content. We’d expected about 40 people. More than 100 turned up.

Either internal communicators have suddenly developed an unexpected passion for information theory, or having too much stuff and nobody paying attention to it has struck a nerve.

So there we were. In one room, demonstrating how astonishingly easy it has become to produce more content. In another, communicators were crammed around tables trying to work out how to stop drowning people in the stuff.

Welcome to internal communications in 2026.

Because the interesting thing about Unily’s new Content Studio isn’t whether it’s good. It is. The interesting thing is what happens when tools like it collide with a communications system that already produces far more than people can reasonably consume.

Unily’s own framing gets to the heart of it: content is abundant, impact isn’t. And now, having identified the abundance problem, we have invented a machine for making abundance virtually free.

This is what we’ve been asking for

Credit where it’s due, because there is a lot to like here. The central argument of Digital Communications at Work is that communication needs to be designed around how people actually work. Not around the org chart, and certainly not around what’s convenient for the communications team.

A frontline employee on a twelve-hour shift does not have the same information needs, available time or working context as someone sitting at a laptop in head office. Yet for years we’ve routinely given them the same 800-word intranet article and called the job done because technically everyone could access it.

Congratulations. It’s responsive.

The problem with doing this properly has always been partly practical. Adapting communication for different roles, languages, locations, channels and contexts takes time and money. Most internal comms teams simply don’t have the capacity to make twelve versions of everything.

AI changes that equation. One source can become an infographic for a factory screen, an audio summary for someone on the move, a short article for the intranet and a translated version for a local team. The underlying information remains grounded in approved source material while the presentation changes to fit the person receiving it.

That’s not gimmicky personalisation. That’s good communication design.

For years we’ve said we should meet employees where they are. Now we actually can.

Which makes the next question rather important: How often should we?

We are already drowning

The communications problem inside most organisations isn’t that employees need more information.

It’s that they are surrounded by it.

Emails. Teams messages. Intranet news. Town halls. Newsletters. Notifications. Communities. Videos. Podcasts. Viva Engage posts. PDFs attached to emails summarising PDFs attached to other emails, with Copilot in the same window offering to summarise the summary.

Then we look at falling engagement figures and ask how we can persuade people to read more. Wrong question.

Information overload isn’t a personal failing by employees who need to manage their inbox better. It’s a design outcome.

Organisations have built systems in which hundreds, sometimes thousands, of people are independently authorised to demand everybody else’s attention. Every function has something important to say. Every project needs visibility. Every leader has an update. Every initiative has a launch. Every programme has a newsletter.

Individually, almost all of these decisions are reasonable. Collectively, they amount to being trapped in a lift with the entire organisation barking its priorities at you.

And then along comes AI and removes one of the few remaining constraints: making the stuff.

Attention is a budget.

Every communication spends some of it. Every notification asks someone to stop doing one thing and pay attention to another. Every beautifully personalised two-minute video is still two minutes in which they aren’t doing the work they’re ostensibly employed to do.

Personalisation can make each individual item more relevant.

It does nothing, by itself, to reduce the number of items.

And when the cost of producing those items approaches zero, I have a nasty feeling we’re about to discover that the natural volume of organisational communication, when freed from all physical constraints, is infinite.

The problem with removing friction

The first risk is obvious: volume.

Production cost has always acted as a crude form of governance.

Making a video used to be sufficiently expensive and annoying that someone, somewhere, had to believe the subject warranted a video. You needed a camera, an editor, perhaps an agency, a budget, and the particular form of psychological collapse that comes from hearing the same thirty seconds of Intro by The XX for the twenty-fourth time while someone adjusts a crossfade.

That’s not an especially sophisticated editorial process, but it was a brake.

Remove the friction and suddenly almost everything clears the production bar. Why wouldn’t we make a podcast version? It takes three minutes. Why not an infographic too? Why not a video? Why not six localised versions, translated into eight languages and personalised for four employee groups?

Soon the organisation hasn’t solved information overload. It has achieved information overload in twelve beautifully targeted formats, each carefully optimised for the precise demographic characteristics of the person ignoring it.

And I don’t think employees will become cynical about AI-generated communication simply because a machine made it. Most people have better things to worry about.

They’ll become cynical if there’s more of it, especially if all of it starts to sound eerily similar.

The signal that somebody bothered

The second risk is trust.

Part of the signal carried by communication is that somebody bothered. The medium is the message and all that.

Someone wrote the note. Someone chose the words. Someone stood in front of a camera and said the uncomfortable thing. Someone decided this mattered enough to spend some time on it.

Effort itself communicates importance.

If the CEO records a five-minute message after a difficult restructuring, that act carries information beyond the words themselves. They showed up. They put their face to it. They had to look into a camera and say “I know today’s news will be hard for many of you” out loud, while arranging their face into the internationally recognised expression for I am not, in fact, a sociopath.

If software turns their announcement into a jaunty three-minute podcast, the information may be perfectly accurate.

But something has changed.

Communication isn’t simply information transfer. If it were, internal comms would have been solved by SharePoint in about 2003 and we’d all be doing something else now.

Who said something, why they said it, what they chose to emphasise and how much effort they were prepared to expend saying it are all part of the message.

The cheaper communication becomes to manufacture, the more valuable those signals of human intent may become.

There’s an odd possibility here that the more polished content we can generate, the more we’ll value the slightly awkward video of an actual person saying actual words into a camera without three keywords sliding smoothly into view beside their face while ambient electronica burbles underneath.

Human imperfection may yet become a premium feature.

Month six is the bit that worries me

The third risk is complacency.

I’m actually less worried about hallucination here than I am about habituation.

In month one, everyone will scrutinise the generated storyboard. They’ll check every sentence against the source. They’ll debate the emphasis. They’ll inspect the images. Someone will zoom in to 400% and discover the reassuringly diverse group of colleagues in the background includes a woman with seven fingers and a security pass apparently growing directly from her sternum.

By month six?

Yeah, you know how this works.

You’re late for another meeting. Teams is flashing. Somebody needs this published by four. You’ve generated versions of this sort of thing dozens of times before and they’ve always been fine.

You glance.

Looks alright, dunnit?

Publish.

Grounding a system in approved sources is important because it reduces the risk of invention. But a communication can contain no invented facts whatsoever and still be wrong.

It can emphasise the wrong thing. Bury the caveat. Miss the thing employees actually care about. Turn a complicated and politically sensitive decision into something technically accurate yet completely tone-deaf.

Those are judgement problems, not generation problems, and no amount of source grounding removes the need for judgement.

Governance needs to happen before the produce button

This is why I’m not convinced the most important governance question is who approves AI-generated content.

By that point, we’ve already made it.

The more useful question comes earlier: Should this communication exist at all?

In my Signal Over Noise workshop at Unite, I used what I call the Fletcher Test: Means, Opportunity, and Motive. I stole the method from the iconic Jessica Fletcher, because I did a sufficiently wishy-washy arts degree to spend three publicly funded years of university watching an enormous amount of trashy daytime television. Murder, She Wrote taught me that every murder needs three things: the means to do it, the opportunity to do it, and a motive.

(It also taught me that Cabot Cove had a murder rate that really ought to have attracted federal attention, but this is not the time, nor is it the place).

The same test turns out to be surprisingly useful for internal communications, with fewer suspiciously well-dressed corpses.

Do we have the means to reach this audience effectively?

Do they have the opportunity to pay attention to it?

And, most importantly, do they have a motive to care?

AI makes the Means bit astonishingly easy.

That’s precisely why Motive and Opportunity become more important.

If I can make you a personalised video in your preferred language, beautifully formatted for the device you’re holding, I have solved the delivery problem. But I have not magically made you care.

I’d go further. Communications teams should start thinking in terms of attention budgets for audiences. Not simply how much content a team produces, but how much attention it’s reasonable to demand from the people receiving it.

Approval shouldn’t just ask whether something is accurate, on-brand and compliant. It should ask whether this thing is worth interrupting people for.

What if we’ve got the direction wrong?

There’s another possibility I find much more interesting. Most enterprise personalisation still starts with the organisation.

We have a message.

We have twelve audiences.

We will create twelve versions and push the appropriate one towards each person.

It’s cleverer broadcasting, really. But generative AI opens up another model entirely. Imagine a housekeeper sees that the CEO has published a long update and asks:

What does this mean for me?

The system knows enough about their role and context to answer usefully. It draws from the original, approved communication. It explains what’s relevant and leaves the rest alone. If they want more detail, they ask another question. The original remains there, intact, as the source.

That’s pull rather than push, and I think that’s potentially much more transformative.

Instead of communications teams trying to anticipate every conceivable information need and manufacturing twelve versions just in case, employees interrogate trusted information when they actually need it.

That doesn’t eliminate broadcasting. Some things genuinely need to be pushed. Emergencies exist. Mandatory information exists. Leaders sometimes need to speak to everyone. But most organisational information isn’t an emergency, however enthusiastically its owner filled in the comms request form.

Pull changes the economics of personalisation because we don’t need to manufacture every possible version in advance.

And if we’re going to personalise proactively, our understanding of audiences needs to get much better too. Personas shouldn’t simply be lovingly hand-crafted descriptions of what we imagine “frontline Fiona” wants, replete with a stock photo of a suspiciously cheerful woman in a hi-vis jacket.

We have years of behavioural and engagement data telling us what different groups actually use, ignore, search for and respond to. Use it.

The scarce skill is restraint

AI is going to have us hammering the produce button with the glassy-eyed enthusiasm of a Vegas gambler who’s three hours past bedtime and halfway through the children’s inheritance.

That’s inevitable. And, mostly, it’s useful.

But the interesting consequence is that production itself becomes less valuable. If everyone can turn a policy document into a podcast, infographic, video, article and six translations before lunch, doing so is no longer much of a skill.

Knowing whether to do it is.

Which brings me back to the bigger question I came away from Unite thinking about: what exactly is the internal communications job becoming?

A significant chunk of communications work has historically been production. We write the article. Build the newsletter. Edit the video. Create the campaign. Polish the CEO post. Turn the strategy into an infographic. Then, because we’ve made the thing, we need people to consume the thing, so we spend another chunk of time trying to persuade them to click on it.

It’s an entire professional ecosystem built partly around the fact that making things used to be difficult.

Now it isn’t. Or increasingly, it won’t be.

And I don’t think the answer is to reassure ourselves that AI simply frees everyone up to do more valuable, strategic work, as if there’s a vast strategic nature reserve somewhere waiting to receive several thousand newly liberated newsletter editors.

There may well be fewer traditional communications jobs. The production layer is getting thinner. Pretending otherwise won’t make it thicker.

But the work that remains becomes more judgement-heavy, not less.

What deserves attention?

What doesn’t?

When does personalisation make something genuinely more useful, and when does it simply manufacture more noise?

When does a leader need to show up themselves?

When should an organisation speak, and when should it make good information available and trust people to find it when they need it?

And perhaps most uncomfortably: if we no longer need quite so many people to make the content, are we prepared to define the value of communications by something other than the amount of content we make?

For a long time, communications teams were constrained by what they could produce. This week I watched that constraint disappearing in real time.

Then I walked into a room designed for 40 people and found more than 100 communicators waiting to talk about how to produce less. There’s probably something in that.

The produce button is the easy bit. The difficult bit is resisting the obvious next step: pressing it over and over until the entire organisation disappears beneath a perfectly personalised slurry of podcasts, infographics and three-minute videos explaining why nobody has time to get any work done.

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A lovely spot to ponder the nature of the universe (Photo: me)

Eighty-eight per cent of the sun went behind the moon on Wednesday and it barely got dark.

That night, every star I looked at turned out to be another sun, filed down by distance to a pinprick. The moon is a rounding error next to the sun. It just happened to be closer, and in exactly the right place to block most of it.

Scale, it turns out, is extremely easy to misunderstand.

Organisations have this problem too. The bigger something gets, the more we tend to discuss it in aggregate: tens of thousands of employees, enterprise-wide adoption, transformation at scale. Eventually the people disappear altogether and you’re left moving percentages around a slide.

Over coffee this week I spent an hour talking through one person’s job. Earlier I’d been on a call about essentially the same problem across an organisation of tens of thousands. The enormous version turned out to contain exactly the same question as the tiny one: what is this person actually trying to do, and what’s getting in their way?

That’s the irritating thing about scale. To understand the big thing, you usually have to get very close to the small one.

The trouble starts when you assume it works the other way round.

This week at work

Over coffee, a friend told me her employer has been telling everyone to use AI. She’s not against it. She just doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do with it. Nobody has said what it’s for.

There is a mandate, and there is a tool, and between them a gap roughly the size of her actual job.

So I did what any normal person does to a friend on their day off and interrogated her about work for an hour.

I didn’t start by asking what she wanted AI to do. I asked what she finds difficult. What’s stopping her being as good at her job as she’d like to be?

Planning, she said.

Her industry works a long way out; she’s on Christmas 2028 at the moment, which is a boggling timescale for me, a person for whom buying food on Sunday for Wednesday constitutes advanced logistics.

The problem isn’t really making the plan. It’s holding the thing together once it exists: knowing where versions have drifted apart, where assumptions no longer match, and where six teams have all independently decided that the same fortnight would be an excellent time to do something enormous.

This is precisely the sort of work computers are annoyingly good at and human brains aren’t. So: give it the plans. Ask it to find inconsistencies, collisions and crunch points.

She said they’re so busy they tend to repeat the things they already know work. Fine. Give it the data from the last few programmes. What performed unusually well or badly? What was different? Are there patterns worth investigating?

Within about twenty minutes we’d gone from I know I’m supposed to use AI but I don’t know what for to a list of things she was genuinely excited to try.

No use-case library. No maturity assessment. No 73-slide deck entitled Unlocking the AI-Powered Future of Work.

We just talked about her job.

Her own takeaway was better than mine. She’s going to ask everyone on her team to bring one thing they’ve used AI for lately that actually made the work better or easier.

Not a strategy. Not a policy. Not a prompt library containing 400 examples nobody will ever read. Just one thing that worked, said out loud, by someone you know and trust, and not some twat from a consultancy who wears a hat indoors.

The funny part is that I’d started the week having essentially the same conversation, only with several more zeroes attached.

I’d been on a call with someone running an AI programme somewhere very large indeed, ahead of a client conversation about what adoption looks like at that scale. And scale changes the conversation surprisingly quickly. One person has a planning problem. Ten thousand people have an adoption strategy.

At organisational scale, everything acquires nouns: Adoption. Enablement. Transformation. Capability. Use cases. You can spend months discussing all of them without getting anywhere near the awkwardly specific question my friend answered over coffee:

What is hard about your job?

Same problem. More zeroes.

The technology isn’t the difficult bit. Finding the useful problem is.

You have to do that first for a person, then for a team, then somehow across tens of thousands of people. And the further you get from the actual work, the easier it becomes to replace understanding it with buying something.

Which is how you end up with an enterprise AI strategy explaining very clearly that everyone should use AI, and an employee sitting in a café saying:

Yes. For what?

Also this week

I took 24 hours off midweek and went to the coast for the eclipse.

First surprise: the Netherlands has genuinely stunning beaches. Huge sweeps of powdery sand running from the dunes straight into the North Sea. The climate makes them properly usable for approximately nine afternoons a year, which may explain why the Dutch have declined to make this a central plank of the national brand.

We got one of the nine.

Past me had also had the unusual foresight to book a cabin near the coast and buy eclipse glasses back when they weren’t €20 a pair and being traded with the intensity normally reserved for Taylor Swift tickets and Class A drugs.

We took a couple of bottles of Sol down to the beach, which I’m going to present as thematic intent rather than the consequence of the bar offering a choice between that and Heineken.

At around quarter past seven, through the cardboard glasses, the first bite of the moon appeared at the edge of the sun. Then, very slowly, it ate it.

There’s something profoundly weird about watching celestial mechanics happen in real time. You know perfectly well that the moon goes around the Earth and the Earth goes around the sun. You have presumably known this since primary school. But normally this knowledge sits in the same part of the brain as plate tectonics and the existence of Belgium: accepted as fact, rarely requiring direct confrontation.

Then you watch one enormous object physically move across another and suddenly the solar system stops being a diagram.

What I couldn’t get my head around was the arithmetic of it. The moon is enormous. The sun is so incomprehensibly much more enormous that the comparison is barely useful. And yet from one particular patch of Dutch sand, because of an absurd coincidence of distance and geometry, they looked almost the same size.

At the peak, 88 per cent of the sun was covered. It barely got dark.

That was the bit that broke my brain. You can remove nearly nine-tenths of the thing and the remaining sliver is still bright enough for the world to carry on more or less as normal. The sun, it turns out, is quite a lot of sun.

Later that night I lay in a hammock in the Kennemerland dunes waiting for the Perseids.

The advice for watching a meteor shower is blunt: no screens. Your eyes need around twenty minutes to adjust properly to the dark, and one glance at a bright phone sets you back. This isn’t mindfulness. Nobody is asking you to reconnect with your authentic self or purchase a journal. It’s optics.

So the phone went away.

I live in a well-lit city centre and almost never see stars. Properly see them, I mean. Give your eyes enough darkness and they just keep arriving. A handful becomes dozens, then hundreds, then an absolutely unreasonable number of them.

And having spent the evening staring through cardboard at our sun, I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about what I was actually looking at.

Every one of those pinpricks is another sun.

Not a decorative light. Not a white dot conveniently provided as background scenery. An actual star: vast and violent and burning away at an incomprehensible distance, reduced by that distance to something I could cover with the tip of my finger.

Then every so often something would tear across the whole lot. A Perseid lasts perhaps a second. A streak, sometimes a flash of colour in the tail, and gone before you’ve quite finished registering it. We’d wait in the dark for another, talking quietly, then one of us would suddenly shout there at a piece of sky the other person was inevitably not looking at.

There are worse ways to spend a night.

I lay there thinking about the scale of all of it: the sun we’d watched disappear behind the moon; the other suns scattered above us; the tiny bits of comet burning up overhead; us underneath, temporarily occupying a couple of hammocks on a sand dune beside the North Sea.

The universe is offensively large.

I found this wonderful.

And then, because apparently even transcendence must eventually become professional development, I realised something mildly embarrassing about my phone.

I’ve written a book about attention and information overload. I talk about this stuff for a living. I know that phones are designed to capture attention. I know that environment beats intention. I know all the arguments.

None of that reliably stops me looking at the bloody thing.

But tell me that one glance at it will ruin my night vision and make me less able to see the meteor shower I came here specifically to see?

Phone in a drawer. For hours. No struggle whatsoever. Turns out I didn’t need better self-control. I needed an immediate and comprehensible consequence.

Design beats willpower. I really, really should know this by now.

Consuming

Two pieces by Oana Leonte, published two days apart, which have been rattling around my head ever since. The first starts with Rick Rubin, who cannot play an instrument or read music, and who told Anderson Cooper that what he’s actually paid for is confidence in his own taste. His contribution to a record is often subtraction: take that out, strip this back, do it again. He has no signature sound because a signature would compete with the judgement.

Leonte uses him to make a distinction I haven’t stopped thinking about: attention is rented; judgement is owned. Attention has to be re-earned every day and returns towards zero the moment you stop feeding it. Judgement compounds. Demonstrate good taste often enough and eventually people trust the verdict — which is why artists at the top of their careers will fly across continents to sit in a room with a man who can’t play a note. They’re not buying his output. They’re buying his judgement.

This is inconveniently at odds with how we measure most things online. We can count impressions, views, followers, clicks and frequency, so we do. Judgement is slower, fuzzier and extremely resistant to dashboards, which means it tends to sit outside the spreadsheet twiddling its thumbs while attention gets all the credit.

Then came part two, prompted by everyone asking how. And she corrects herself: invisibility isn’t the strategy, it’s a by-product. Copy the quiet without the substance underneath it and you’re not cultivating mystique, you’re just a person nobody has heard of. Queen were broke for years being too much for the rooms they were playing. Obscurity is what you pay to get good.

What actually holds is coherence — and here she draws a distinction I’m going to steal wholesale, because half my working life is spent in rooms where coherence and consistency are treated as synonyms. Consistency is surface: same logo, palette, tone, templates, everything governed until no rogue shade of blue can threaten the enterprise. It photographs as discipline and is often just rigidity with a hex code.

Coherence is the sense that the choices belong together, even when they don’t look the same. Consistency asks whether the parts match; coherence asks whether they came from the same place. You can be flawlessly consistent and mean absolutely nothing, which explains an alarming amount of corporate communication.

And then the question I’d put on a poster: would any of this still be standing if you stopped posting tomorrow?

I read all of this while planning a mailing list, a webinar and another run of book promotion, so I’m not claiming any position of moral superiority here. The most coherent thing I did all week was spend several hours in a hammock looking at objects that have existed for billions of years without once publishing a thought-leadership carousel.

Then I came home and wrote about them on the internet. The stars, presumably, remain relaxed about the competition.

Coverage

In.Comms asked five comms pros (including me) whether it’s internal comms’ job to motivate employees. Nobody said yes, which I found reassuring, because we’ve spent far too long accepting accountability for things we have almost no authority over.

Pay. Workload. Leadership. Whether the work itself is any good. Whether your manager is a prick. Motivation is downstream of all of these things, and when they’re not working, asking comms to boost engagement is applying corporate Febreze to a structural problem.

What we can do is help people understand what’s happening, why it matters and where their work fits. What we can’t do is communicate someone into being happy about a job that’s giving them perfectly good reasons not to be. My bit sits alongside Jennifer Sproul, Jo Coxhill, Adeela Warley and Rachel Miller.

Also recorded this week: Jon and I joined Nancy Goebel on DWG’s Digital Impact podcast to talk about designing channels employees actually use — the five layers, why most organisations have a coherence problem rather than a channel problem, and the intranet manager who hit an annual page-view target in 48 hours by leaving fifty browser tabs auto-refreshing.

This is both objectively funny and a near-perfect demonstration of what happens when a metric stops measuring the thing and becomes the thing. Somewhere, a dashboard was green. Everyone could go home.

Out in the autumn, at which point I’ll link it properly.

This week in photos

Weeknote 2026/20

Mirror selfie in a purple-lit spin studio with one person pulling a wide-eyed mock-shocked expression for the camera while holding a towel and water bottle, surrounded by other class members and bikes.
Back in the spin studio, and loving every moment (photo by me)

A lot of human progress is driven not by vision, but by spite.

Not the cinematic kind. Not revenge montages, power moves, or dramatically removing your glasses before delivering a devastating monologue. The quieter, more durable form: someone being told “that’s not possible”, “that’s just how it is”, or “we had no choice” — and immediately deciding to do it anyway out of sheer bloody-mindedness.

This week featured several examples. A gym rebuilt at astonishing speed after being abruptly shut down. People reconstructing careers after being chewed up and spat out by a market currently behaving like a raccoon trapped in a wheelie bin. Organisations slowly discovering that exhausted employees cannot, in fact, absorb infinite content while also surviving modern life. Even project budgeting turned out, in its own deeply unsexy way, to be a battle between reality and magical thinking.

Fuck you, watch me scales surprisingly well as a life philosophy. (One I’ve explored at some length, if you’d like the long version.)

This week at work

Spent much of this week helping a client estimate the next phase of their programme. This is always a delicate operation — not because the maths is hard, but because the temptation to round downward is enormous. Tech licensing and support are the easy bits to cost. It’s everything else — migration, content development, training, change comms — that gets shrunk to make the total number feel less alarming. We write about this in the Business Case chapter of the book: you can have a palatable number, or you can have a project that doesn’t collapse under its own weight, but you rarely get both. Underfund the non-tech side and you end up with a burned-out team lift-and-shifting an old site into a new one — same content, better UX, no improvement anyone actually notices. Better to put the scary number on the page and defend it.

Also spent some time this week looking at how communities can strengthen and deepen technology adoption — a thread that’s been running through several client conversations lately. The default assumption is still that you launch a platform, train people on the buttons, and adoption follows. It doesn’t. What drives adoption is seeing someone like you use the thing to solve an actual problem. Not ‘digital champions’. Not launch swag. Not a 45-minute webinar about where the settings menu lives. Communities give a platform a reason to exist beyond the launch email. Without them, you’ve got software. With them, you’ve got somewhere people actually want to be.

The other live project is in good shape. We had some properly lovely feedback from the client team this week. They’re happy with what we’ve produced and, more importantly, happy working with us. When you work for yourself there’s no performance review, no reassuring manager, no gold star sticker. The only meaningful metric is whether people come back. And even when clients are delighted they’re under no obligation to say so. So when it does land in your inbox, you take moment to appreciate it.

On Thursday I delivered a webinar for IABC, building out a metaphor Jon and I started kicking around earlier this year: if infobesity, or information overload, is the problem — and it really is — then what does ‘Infozempic’ look like? How do we tackle comms overload at the system level, rather than nagging individuals to send fewer emails? Had fun writing it, and the feedback was generous. If you missed it, Jon and I are running a version next month, and I’m taking it to the Heads of Comms Special Interest Group at IABC World Conference in Toronto in June.

Also this week

Monday took me to the opening of Casa Elevate, a popup gym from Rowen, one of my favourite instructors. There was an invite-only spin class. Tell me a decade ago that I’d be genuinely excited about an invite-only spin class followed by alcohol-free grapefruit electrolyte cocktails and I’d have laughed you out of the pub.

A bit of context. Velo was the spin studio near my flat that abruptly closed last month — lovely community, lovely vibe, the place where I learned that moving to music for an hour is the closest thing I’ve found to a hard reset on my brain. Gym friends. Familiar bikes. Weekend rituals. An accidental community stitched together by endorphins and loud music. A few hours a week where I wasn’t thinking about work or looking at my phone, which turns out to be something I actively needed. When it shut I was properly gutted. My remaining credits got shuffled over to a fancy chain — all the influencer-friendly aesthetic, none of the soul. Not the same.

Rowen ran her own strength and sculpt space in the same building. When Velo went down, she got similarly abrupt notice to shutter the gym she’d built from scratch. In class this morning she talked about moving from anger to frustration to focus — and then, in roughly a fortnight, finding a space, spending her own savings on spin bikes, painting the place, getting the doors open. The polite term is grit. The honest one is a sustained act of fuck you, watch me. I was honoured to be at the opening, delighted to see the community turn out in force, and — selfishly — delighted to have my spin class back. It’s not been open a week and I’ve been to four classes.

Consuming

Two reports this week, from very different angles, landing in the same place: organisations think they have a content problem, but what they really have is a human problem.

SWOOP’s SharePoint benchmarking report looked at hard intranet data across 41 organisations and found that employees have become ruthlessly selective about what they pay attention to. They’ll use content that helps them do their jobs, ignore sprawling corporate noise, and absolutely will not read your 1,200-word “exciting update”. The sweet spot is under 400 words — which should be causing visible distress among the LinkedIn thought leadership community, many of whom are currently posting 1,800 words on ‘5 Leadership Mindsets for Synergistic Excellence’.

Equilibrious Communications‘ Shifting Ground report came at the same problem from the emotional side. People are exhausted, overwhelmed, and processing internal comms in the context of layoffs, AI anxiety, political instability, climate disasters and whichever fresh hell the news cycle has produced since breakfast.

One report says employees have finite attention. The other says employees have finite nervous systems. Together they make a fairly compelling case that the future of internal comms isn’t more content or more channels — it’s clarity, restraint, empathy, and designing for people who are already at capacity before they’ve even opened Outlook.

Connections

Monday: a useful chat with Kathryn Kneller, incoming chair of the IABC EMENA board. I’m on the slate for the 2026-7 board, and we spent some time walking through what the role actually involves. If it’s confirmed, I’m genuinely looking forward to getting stuck in — and I think I’ll need another project once the book is out the door.

Later in the week, a long-overdue proper chat with a seasoned comms pro I’ve known by reputation for years and met only in passing. We talked about the strange grief of a job ending badly — redundancy in her case, an abrupt walking-out in mine — and the work of processing the mix of emotions that follows. The market is brutal at the moment, but she’s landed somewhere new and is happier than she’s been in years. Always good to hear.

I’m not one for “everything happens for a reason” — I’m not spiritual, no one’s watching, the universe is indifferent — but there it is again: frustration and fuck you feeding into focus. Three for three this week.

Coverage

The Heard ran a feature this week on my annual International Women’s Day campaign, with what is comfortably the finest standfirst I’ll ever have written about me in my lifetime. NGL, I would like this on my headstone.

Screengrab of text reading "Sharon O'Dea embodies the impossible balance of caring deeply about things, while simultaneously not giving a shit"

Friday brought the first Reworked writers’ room. I’ve been writing for Reworked for years now and find it a useful place to work through an argument in public, or to agitate for doing things better when the urge takes me. Good to meet some of the other regular columnists properly. Already plotting the next piece.

Travel

Off to London first thing tomorrow for a week stuffed with events and complicated by a tube strike. I’ve booked into a couple of strike-surge-priced hotels at various far-flung corners of the city, prompting Booking.com’s marketing engine to ask “excited for Uxbridge, Sharon?” — a sentence no human has ever uttered, in any language, at any point in recorded history.

Monday: the Institute for the Future of Work’s Making the Future Work event. Tuesday: over to Brunel for the History of Internal Communications conference. Then crossing London — slowly, expensively, on foot where necessary — for two days at the Engage Employee Summit, where I’m planning to spend most of my time catching up with the key vendors in the DEX space.

If you’re at any of these, come say hi. I’ll be the one attempting to cross strike-hit London via pure force of will.

This week in photos

Weeknote 2026/19

Sharon O'Dea holds a microphone on a darkened theatre stage beneath a large projected "300 SECONDS" logo in yellow, red and purple.
Me introducing 300 Seconds at Camp Digital (photo by Wedge Black)

The highlight of this week was going to visit my oldest mate, Bee. We’ve known each other since we were 11, which means she exists in my head simultaneously as a child in an oversized school jumper and NHS specs, and as the deeply competent parent she actually is now.

Over a bottle of M&S pinot grigio we concluded there are few things more humbling than being forced, at 13, to perform an interpretive dance about homelessness to the music of Phil Collins.

This happened to Bee and me during the golden age of British comprehensive education, where “the arts” often appeared to consist primarily of making toe-curlingly embarrassed children express societal issues through mime.

Thirty-five years later, we’re still friends.

(Recently, Another Day in Paradise came on while I was on a yacht in the Caribbean, which suggests the universe either has an excellent sense of humour or an unresolved administrative error somewhere.)

Anyway. It was one of those weeks that threw time into perspective: old friendships, new milestones, accidental visibility, and the increasingly strange experience of watching parts of your life become real while still feeling faintly surprised they happened at all.

This week at work

Still deep in the weeds on governance for a Viva Engage rollout at a complex, regulated organisation. I realise I bang on about governance a lot here, but that’s the inevitable consequence of working with regulated clients: when governance is bad, everybody notices. When it’s done properly, nobody has to think about it at all.

That’s exactly what we aimed for with SEFE — and, trumpet very much blown, the work picked up a Step Two award last year. The judges highlighted “a good balance between a more robust approach to governance, with a more flexible and lightweight approach, which can adapt as the company and intranet grow.” Which is gratifying, because eighteen months on, that’s precisely what’s happening: the governance is evolving alongside the platform, rather than calcifying around it.

Less than two months until the book lands now, and promotion is starting to consume most of the available oxygen. Delighted to say we’ve secured both a sponsor and a genuinely lovely venue for the launch party. Invites soon.

The flipside of all this is that my face is suddenly everywhere, which I find profoundly uncomfortable and refuse to pretend otherwise. But our new headshots from Paul Clarke came back this week and — against all odds — I actually like them. Reader, growth.

Here’s a preview:

Also prepping for an IABC webinar this week, where I’ll be using a chat about GLP-1 drugs as the route into talking about information overload at work. The basic argument: modern consumer society is an obesogenic environment, quietly engineered to encourage over-consumption while simultaneously telling individuals to exercise more self-control. Our information environment now works exactly the same way. Notifications, updates, channels, pings — too much, by design. Telling employees to “consume less information” misses the point entirely. The real answer is changing both production and consumption habits systemically.

Come watch me stretch an analogy slightly beyond structural tolerance.

Also this week

I was named in the Independent Impact 50 — fifty independent practitioners judged to be among the most innovative and influential in the industry. Genuinely chuffed, and slightly thrown by it, because I still instinctively think of myself as a behind-the-scenes person.

But ten years into the accidental career — which has somehow become the most deliberate work I’ve ever done — being recognised by peers and people I respect feels worth being slightly loud about. I wrote more about it here if you want the longer version. Huge thanks to Nigel Sarbutts and Rod Cartwright for building something that recognises independents properly.
 

Also up north for Camp Digital, where I ran the 300 Seconds session. A few weeks ago I was writing here about coaching the speakers through their nerves, and about confidence being something you learn rather than something you’re born with. This week was the payoff.

Oana Puicar, Zhen Yang, Robin Roy, Aditya Shah and James Bilham each got up and delivered five-minute talks — mostly for the first time. They were nervous. They smashed it. One of them messaged me the next morning to say she’d lost her place a couple of times, carried on anyway, and felt proud of herself afterwards.

That, right there, is why I keep doing it.

The rest of Camp Digital delivered too, as it reliably does: Rachel Coldicutt on staying hopeful about tech without kidding yourself, Candi Williams on content design as applied linguistics, Tessa Quinn on the impossible trade-offs involved in building services for Ukrainian refugees at speed, and Dan Hett closing things out by taking the room somewhere emotionally that nobody had really braced for.

Nexer Digital have built the rare tech conference that genuinely feels like it’s for the people in the room, rather than the sponsors circling around them.

Consuming

No gigs this week — simply too busy. But I did catch Project Hail Mary at the cinema. Two and a half hours of Ryan Gosling waking up on a spaceship with no memory, gradually discovering he’s a science teacher who’s effectively been press-ganged into saving the sun from microscopic space organisms. He befriends an alien. There’s a lot of zero-gravity bumbling.

Enjoyably credibility-stretching nonsense, in the grand sci-fi tradition, and Gosling continues to possess the slightly unfair ability to remain charming even when the script is doing most of the heavy lifting.

I haven’t read Andy Weir’s book, so can’t speak to the adaptation, but the film is a solid fifteen minutes too long and would have been materially improved by stopping at the first ending. It earns one genuinely lovely emotional beat near the close, then immediately piles on several more endings, each diminishing the impact slightly further.

The Lord-and-Miller instinct to send everyone home smiling ultimately won out over the better instinct to leave them just a tiny bit winded. They always think we want more. We rarely do.

Connections

Excellent call this week with Ellen Griley, who’s doing some of the most interesting work I’ve come across on trauma-informed communications — taking principles long established in healthcare and education and applying them to how organisations communicate with employees. Practical, evidence-based, overdue.

I first heard the idea articulated properly at Camp Digital last year, and it resurfaced again this year — which is one of the reasons I keep going back.

Camp Digital also once again brought together some of my favourite people in the industry, off-stage as well as on. Most of whom I only see once a year. A brilliant chance to compare notes on the market right now: the strange sensation of change happening both far too slowly and far too quickly at the same time, clients of every conceivable variety, and the growing suspicion that “everything is terrible now” may have at least some correlation with all of us getting older.

Travel

Nothing! An entire week at home.

Back in London the week after next with a diary that already looks mildly concerning, plus a Tube strike to navigate around for added flavour.

This week in photos

Weeknote 2026/18

Antibes harbour packed with white sailing yachts and motorboats, masts crowded together against the still water, the green hilltop and pale stone walls of Fort Carré visible in the distance.
Yachts in Antibes (photo: by me)

Weeknote 18 comes to you from a pavement café on the Côte d’Azur, killing time before my flight. Mum’s already on hers — I dropped her at the airport an hour ago, her bound for London, I’m heading back to Amsterdam this evening. There is a small carafe of something the colour of weak hay perched on my table, begging to be drunk before it’s spilled over the keyboard.

It’s been a week about being seen. At a book launch. In front of a photographer’s lens. In front of a roster of first-time speakers I’m coaching for an event next week. And (though I didn’t quite clock it at the time) looking at your work hung on a gallery wall.

Up the coast, Matisse spent his final years making some of his best work from the bed he could no longer leave, scissoring shapes out of coloured paper. I’m not saying mum is Matisse. But the voice doesn’t necessarily arrive on schedule. Confidence, like travel, turns out to be something you can work at.

This week at work

Honestly, mostly OOO. But the bits that did happen earned their keep.

Jon and I started building out a detailed governance framework for Viva Engage. The thing about platform governance — and this is the part nobody puts on a vendor slide — is that it doesn’t exist in isolation. Most of what you need is already written down somewhere else: in your content governance, your Microsoft 365 governance, your employee policies, the dusty document called Acceptable Use that nobody has opened since 2019. The job isn’t to reinvent any of it. The job is to give people clarity on how the things that already apply, apply here, in this particular context, so the platform stays useful through its lifecycle rather than degrading into the digital equivalent of a noticeboard outside an abandoned village hall.

Jonathan came to London so we could finally do a shoot with the superstar photographer Paul Clarke. We’d been meaning to for ages; the book launch turned meaning into doing. I am, on the whole, against having my picture taken (growing up with a squint does that to a person) but Paul put me at ease, narrating his choices on light and framing as he went, which felt less like being photographed and more like being let in on the trick. I can’t wait to see the pics.

A London street scene: Jonathan in a dark shirt and jeans leaning against a blue-grey brick wall, smiling, while photographer Paul Clarke (in an orange hoodie and red trousers) raises a camera to his eye.

Then to the launch of Advita Patel’s Decoding Confidence: 7 habits of confident leaders. A chance to catch up with people I don’t see nearly enough, and to celebrate the work Advita does on confidence and visibility — both of which were on my mind all week.

Timely, too, with 300 Seconds at Camp Digital coming up. I’ve been talking to our new speakers about their nerves, and sharing (hard though it may be to believe now) that I was painfully shy well into my late twenties. There’s a tendency to treat confidence and introversion as fixed properties of personality, on a par with eye colour or a tendency to lose umbrellas. They are not. Confidence is learned. It’s practised. And for those of us, like Advita and me, who didn’t grow up surrounded by mouthy public school confidence, that’s a revelation worth holding on to. 

Also this week

Also this week: a few days in France with mum. Nice, Villefranche-sur-Mer, Cannes, Antibes, Monaco (country 91 for me, ~65 for her).

Mum gave me my love of travel. She worked in the industry, and loved taking us to new places when we were small — a habit I’ve adopted in adulthood with what can only be described as excessive gusto. Now she’s elderly, getting away is harder than it used to be. Last September the family went to the Auvergne to scatter my grandmother’s ashes in the volcanic hills where she was born more than a century before. It was there we decided on another weekend together, just us, to explore the land of her (and my) forefathers. Or, more accurately and more usefully, foremothers.

Ninety countries in, and somehow there are corners of this neighbouring one I’ve never set foot in. The Côte d’Azur is as stunning as anywhere in the world; you can see why the existentialists kept washing up here. Over bottles of cheap-but-excellent rosé, mum filled me in on her childhood holidays in the Auvergne, Provence and Bordeaux, and visits to her grandparents in Paris. An extraordinarily beautiful country, full of women who, like Louise Bourgeois, came into themselves on their own schedule. I regret that I haven’t claimed more of these roots, and that my French remains the kind that makes waiters switch to English with merciful speed. I really must spend more time here.

For me, travel and confidence are hand-in-hand. Going somewhere new, alone, takes balls. It also grows them. Every time I do something past-me would have hated — navigating the unfamiliar, making friends from scratch, navigating the menu and a phobia of cheese in a language I don’t speak — I add another piece of evidence that I can. And then some.

Mum has never been particularly confident. But since retiring she’s found her voice through painting. She exhibited at a local gallery recently and sold a couple of pieces. She’s walking taller. It turns out you can find your visibility late. You can find it sideways. You can find it in your 70s, in oils and acrylics and a quiet room with the right light.

Connections

Advita’s launch was, predictably, a who’s-who of internal comms loitering around the same canapés: Trudy Lewis, Jenni Field, Katie Marlow, Darryl Sparey, Anne-Marie Blake, Janet Hitchin, Shalini Gupta, Shayoni Lynn, Andrew Hesselden, and of course Advita herself. The kind of room where you realise how many people you only ever see at other people’s book launches, and resolve, unconvincingly, to fix that.

A diary coincidence also delivered an impromptu pint with regular Lithos co-conspirator Lisa Riemers, which (as these things do) became an impromptu dinner at an excellent barbecue joint

Lisa Riemers at a barbecue restaurant table loaded with ribs, kale salad, chips and a pint of beer, mouth open mid-sentence with an animated expression.

Coverage

Cassandre Arkema’s Algorithm Witch newsletter ran a smart piece this week on video, employee advocacy, and the precise method by which platforms decide what gets seen — which is, as far as anyone can tell, a mixture of vibes, pattern-matching and witchcraft. I’m quoted on the thing I keep coming back to: employee advocacy only works when value flows both ways. The moment it tips into a one-way relationship — endless content extracted from staff, nothing offered back — it stops being advocacy and becomes the thing it’s regularly accused of being.

It picks up on the Workshop webinar I did the week before with Yanni Pappas from Workshop and Michaela McKinley of Sprout Social on employee influencers — the rare webinar I’d recommend actually watching back. Video recap here:

Published

I’m trying to write a bit more ahead of the book coming out, so there’s new post on the book site this week: The zombie stat that won’t die: why “a bad intranet costs $16 million” is the wrong argument.

You’ve seen the stat. It shuffles back into view every few months, blinking in the sunlight: a bad intranet costs millions, employees waste hours searching, multiply by salaries, gasp at the total. It’s catchy. It’s easy to repeat. It’s also a terrible way to make the case for internal comms.

The post argues that time saved isn’t cash saved, that the benchmarks behind these numbers are mostly held together with hope and a vendor deck from 2014, and that the moment finance pokes at the source the whole thing collapses like a soufflé in a slammed door. If we want internal comms taken seriously as a strategic discipline, we need to stop reaching for dramatic-but-weak calculations and start describing real business impact: cost avoidance, risk, support deflection, onboarding speed, compliance. One meaningful stat and one real story will outperform a blizzard of theoretical millions every time.

Travel

By tomorrow I’ll have swapped rosé and palm trees for a flat white in Amsterdam, and by the end of the week, Mediterranean glamour for Mancunian charm. I’m at Camp Digital in Manchester for a few days and have a bit of spare time between sessions, so if you’re in Manc and fancy a coffee, give me a shout.

This week in photos

Weeknote 2026/17

White marble sculpture of reclining nude figure on draped bed/cushion, displayed against black background in museum setting.
Hermaphroditus at the Metamorphosen exhibition, Rijksmuseum (photo: by me)

I began this week at Metamorphosen at the Rijksmuseum, and Ovid’s transformations followed me everywhere afterwards.

“My purpose is to tell of bodies which have been transformed into shapes of a different kind,” he wrote. The exhibition traces two thousand years of artists grappling with his central insight: everything is in constant flux, yet nothing truly disappears. Forms shift, but essence persists. Chaos finds structure. Internal becomes external. The creator falls in love with their creation.

What struck me most was the question posed in the Chaos & Creation room: “From where does form emerge from formlessness? When does matter become animated? And is creation ever truly complete?” These felt less like ancient philosophical puzzles and more like the exact challenges I’d be wrestling with all week — helping organisations shape pilot communities from sprawling possibilities, watching AI tools cross the line from experiment to operational reality, seeing my own book transform from manuscript to physical object while readers transformed it again through their responses.

Ovid positioned himself as Arachne’s counterpart: a weaver of verses, binding everything to everything else. That’s the work, really. Taking the scattered threads — theory and practice, context and constraint, internal understanding and external expression — and weaving them into something coherent. Something that holds, resonates, delights.

But the exhibition also reminded me that not all transformation is benign. Metamorphosis, as the Jupiter and Medusa rooms made clear, can mean the loss of agency. Power often dictates who gets transformed and how. The Narcissus myth — falling in love with a reflection, “mistaking a mere shadow for a real body” — felt particularly relevant in a week spent thinking about digital literacy, social media advocacy, and the gap between what tools promise and what they actually deliver.

By week’s end, I was seeing transformation everywhere: platforms becoming pilots, internal voices becoming external influence, chaos becoming creation. Everything shifting, nothing disappearing.

This week at work

Helped an organisation plan their Viva Engage rollout — a perfect example of that Chaos & Creation question: from where does form emerge from formlessness? Right now we’re looking at what communities to include. Enough to test what we need to (governance, planning, resource, training, and impact on content/channel strategy), but small enough that it’s genuinely a pilot and not opening up to the whole company. Jon and I spent an intellectually brilliant day kicking the tyres on this one, reflecting on what we’ve experienced elsewhere, what people told us when we did the research for the book, what the theory tells us, and the context of this specific organisation and its needs. We’re both pretty happy with the rigour of the recommendations we made. And it’s stuff like this which means I’m still fascinated by this work, twenty years in.

We’re helping another organisation plan and budget for a platform proof of concept. Again, applying theory, practice and context to come up with an estimation model that we think stands up to scrutiny. The work of giving shape to the shapeless, making the invisible visible.

Spent two days at HR Tech Europe, and came away thinking about Jupiter’s transformations — gods taking on different forms to serve their own ends. The rhetoric was all about AI enabling humans, but when you dug into the actual solutions, most were designed to make HR’s life easier by pushing complexity onto employees. There were exceptions — Pandora’s Byron Clayton showed what genuine transformation looks like when you redesign work rather than just digitise it, freeing store managers from 12 hours a week of admin to get back on the shop floor — but they felt rare.

What struck me most was the ‘AI Proximity Paradox’ that Mercer presented: the more employees use AI at work, the more anxious they become about it. Getting closer to the digital reflection only to become more unsettled by what you see. Meanwhile, 42% of people don’t understand what value AI will bring them, but they’re three times more likely to adopt it when leaders communicate clearly. The bottleneck isn’t the technology. It’s us.

Did a brilliant webinar with Workshop on employee influencers — pure Arachne territory, this. The art of weaving internal understanding into external voice. Kelsey Kingdon, Yanni Pappas, Micaela McGinley and I spent an hour unpicking how internal comms is becoming external comms in 2026. How well a brand gets delivered externally depends on how well it’s understood internally. If your people don’t get your mission, vision, and values, then (as Yanni put it) you’re cooked. You can’t push for external advocacy without doing the internal work first.

People want stories, not to be sold to. And those stories come from lived experience, not from marketing. The other thing that landed: this isn’t something IC owns alone. Employee influencer programmes that work are cross-functional by design. When one team tries to own it, silos kill the programme along with it. My contribution: this stuff is inherently risky. Some things don’t land, things can go pop that you didn’t expect, and content can go viral for good reasons and bad. Employee influence is hugely powerful, but if you’re deploying it you have to be prepared to take the rough with the smooth — and support employees when it goes sideways.

Laptop screen showing Workshop webinar with four participants in video call format. Sheet music visible on piano behind laptop.

Got the endorsement quotes in for our book. I might have cried a bit reading them. It’s weird, writing a book then handing it over and seeing what people think. A bit like Pygmalion, in reverse — you create something, fall in love with it, then watch other people bring it to life in ways you never imagined.

Also this week

Tomorrow is King’s Day. Which means the drinking starts this afternoon and runs through to about 7pm tomorrow. Nobody much cares whether you’re Dutch, or whether you have any feelings about the monarchy. Wear orange. Grab a beer. You’re in. Nationalism done about as well as nationalism can be

As I mentioned, I went to Metamorphosen at the Rijksmuseum earlier in the week. If you’re in Amsterdam, catch it before it closes next month — it’s genuinely worth the trip. The way it traces transformation across two millennia of art is remarkable, and (as this weeknote attests) you’ll find yourself seeing the themes everywhere afterwards.

Consuming

Two classics over the weekend. Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, because my husband had somehow never seen it. A neat loop back to Metamorphosen and the Hermaphroditus works — though I didn’t plan that. I first saw Priscilla when it came out, when I was about fourteen. Suffice to say it lands differently now. Which is its own kind of metamorphosis: the film stays the same, but I’ve been transformed by everything I’ve encountered since. What felt like pure spectacle at fourteen now reads as something deeper about identity, belonging, the courage it takes to become who you are.

And then The Hitcher, which David watched at fourteen and I’d never seen. Also set against vast, barren desert. That is where the similarities end. Where Priscilla is about transformation as liberation — drag as metamorphosis, the road as a place where you can shed old selves and try on new ones — The Hitcher is about transformation as menace. Rutger Hauer’s character reshaping everyone he encounters, usually fatally. Same landscape, completely different mythology.

Both films reminded me of something the exhibition kept returning to: we don’t just observe transformation, we’re constantly being transformed by what we consume. Every story changes us a little. The question is whether we notice.

Connections

HR Tech Europe was as much about the conversations in the corridors as the sessions on stage. Had a particularly good catch-up with Dr Dieter Veldsman, a Rotterdam-based HR organisational scientist and author. We ended up in a proper deep dive about organisational design — his observation that every company is essentially a reflection of its history of dysfunction really stuck with me. Which, he pointed out, is precisely what makes this work so interesting. And if you’ll excuse one more Ovid insight: we are all transformed by what came before, and the shapes we take now echo the forces that shaped us.

Sharon poses with a bearded man at HR Tech Europe in what appears to be a networking area with modern conference setup.

Also met with Ruxandra-Laura Bosilca, a mainstay of the IABC down in Brussels and one of the organisers of last week’s Strategic Communication Leadership Summit. A lovely, if far too short catch-up on an Amsterdam rooftop in the spring sunshine. We covered in-house vs consultancy, what vendors get right and wrong, comms platform buyers, and much else besides.

And Workvivo treated us to a splendid dinner at MOS on a glorious spring day at the Westerdok. Big thanks to Ciaran O’Malley for the invite (and the pronunciation lesson). Good insights from Michael Nord on change communication and Ingrid Meier on IC’s role in digital workplace deployment. Nice to catch up with Leo McCauley and Natascha de Waal and put faces to more LinkedIn profiles. There’s something magical about the transformation of digital connections into actual conversation over good food and wine in the Amsterdam sunshine.

Coverage

New piece out this week in Reworked on why organizations are building digital literacy and calling it AI literacy — when they’re not the same thing at all. Pure Narcissus territory, this. In Ovid’s telling, Narcissus falls in love with his own reflection in a pool. The more he gazes, the more he’s convinced the reflection is real, until he wastes away reaching for something that was never there.

Organisations are doing much the same with AI capability. They’re enchanted by the surface — the workshops, the adoption rates, the tool proficiency — while missing what actually matters. The core argument: digital literacy is about operating tools; AI literacy is about judgment. Knowing when to trust an output, when to push back, when to close the tab and do it yourself.

But most organisations keep staring at their reflection in the digital pool (look how AI-ready we are!) while the real capability dissolves beneath the surface. Ninety percent of people already use AI at work, most without telling their employers. The problem isn’t that they don’t know how to use it. The problem is that 92% don’t check outputs for accuracy, even though they express skepticism about what AI produces. That’s not a training gap. That’s a judgment gap. And you can’t close it with a Copilot workshop.

Travel

After eleven whole days at home I’m back on the road this week. London first, for meetings and book promo, then a few days in France. It’s my first time in Nice, so recommendations welcome. Especially if they involve good food and plenty of walking.

This week in photos

Weeknote 2026/16

A heart drawn in the sea in the San Blas islands, Panama
The San Blas Islands were every bit as stunning as I’d heard they were (photo: by me)

Three weeks in Central America and I feel like I’ve come back to a different city. It was threatening snow when I left. I’ve come back to full tulip-scented springtime in Amsterdam. Something’s shifted, mostly for the better.

Cheered by news from Hungary that the slide to authoritarianism is not inevitable; a chink of hope that recent political tradewinds can reverse.

But this last fortnight also bought reminders that negative shifts happen too, and they can be rapid. A healthy pipeline can become a slow one. An open waterway becomes a global crisis. Democracy can shift into reverse.

This week at work

Proper behind-the-NDA work for most of it. One client standing up a relatively under-used platform as their intranet; another mid-rollout on Viva Engage.

The shiny vendor case studies — the intranet rolled out in a fortnight, the 60% reduction in case volume, the before-and-after slide — are real, mostly. But they leave out the part where the comms team had to compromise on visual design because search was non-negotiable. Or where the original pilot was scoped to thousands of users despite everyone agreeing that was mad and not in any way a pilot. Or where younger employees, against every assumption, still prefer phone calls.

That’s the stuff that helps people actually decide. Perfect stories get nobody anywhere; they’re marketing in a different hat. The real story — what broke, what didn’t ship, which stakeholder you had to win over twice — is where the usable knowledge lives. And it’s rarely the vendor who can hand it to you. After enough years and enough rollouts in enough complex organisations, Jon and I can usually find the dots to connect: someone elsewhere who’s done this exact thing and will tell you the truth over a drink in a way the reference call was never going to. Doing that for clients — as a matter of course, not a favour — is, increasingly, the job.

The people we advise are adults. They know there are trade-offs. Flagging them upfront — here’s what this platform does brilliantly, here’s what you’ll have to live with — actually makes selling-in inside organisations easier, not harder. Pretend it’s going to be perfect and you hand your sceptics the ammunition they need when month three arrives and the edge cases start landing.

Which made this week’s Strategic Communication Leadership Summit the tonic I didn’t know I needed  An unconference, so no vendor deck in sight. Just practitioners talking honestly about what’s working, what isn’t, and the inevitable compromises the profession makes that nobody writes case studies about. The best kind of room to be in.

And the book: final, final copy edits submitted — a phrase I’ve learned to take with the caution it deserves. Early copies out to first readers for endorsements. Feedback so far has been positive, which after all this I’ll take.

Also this week

Panama first. The canal is more absurd in person than any photograph prepares you for — container ships the size of small cities threading through what is, structurally, a trench. 8% of world trade passes through it. Standing on the lock edge, you feel the scale of what that did to global connectedness a century ago. It’s tempting to treat a transformation of that size as permanent.

It isn’t. Connectedness can reverse. The crisis in the Strait of Hormuz is the loud current example. And less abruptly: more than 40 countries have enacted data localisation laws, cross-border data flows are slowing, information flows are now the most contested trade flows of the lot. I finally read the DHL/NYU Stern Global Connectedness Report this week, and wrote about it on LinkedIn. It isn’t aimed at internal communicators, but it should be. Your channel stack is geopolitical infrastructure now — where your intranet data lives, who hosts your messaging platform, what happens when a relationship fractures fast rather than slowly. Those are governance questions, not IT ones. The best time to have mapped the stack was two years ago. The next best is now.

Panama in pics:

Jetted back home, and Tuesday evening saw me at the Tolhuistuin for Science & Cocktails — Is Dutch democracy at risk? Leiden University’s extremist politics professor Sarah de Lange doing the mental heavy lifting. Three-quarters of the world now lives in autocracies, up from half in 2005; only seven per cent of us live in liberal democracies. Declining trust, the hunger for a strong leader, rising polarisation — these, she argued, aren’t the causes of democratic backsliding. They’re the consequences. Which upends a lot of the usual handwringing.

The line that stuck: statements by mainstream politicians erode democratic norms more than statements by the far right themselves. When respectable parties accommodate fringe positions — on immigration, most obviously — they do the normalising work the fringe can’t do on its own. The danger isn’t the people shouting from the edge. It’s the ones in suits nodding along.

Walking home I kept thinking of something I wrote back in October, from Nagasaki. We’d been round the Atomic Bomb Museum, and a guide from the Peace Workshop said a line I’ve come back to more than once since: peace isn’t something you have, it’s something you make. Democracy works the same way. You have to keep at it. It doesn’t happen by accident. It isn’t inevitable.

The tail end of the week took me to Luxembourg for a few days — racking up country 90. Small enough to see most of it between one coffee and the next. Pretty in a faintly theatrical way, as though the old town had been set-dressed for a period drama and never struck. I strolled across a bridge and found myself in Germany — a near-imperceptible shift, and a perfect encapsulation of European unity and of the dividends peace has bought our continent.

And — news closer to home — Velo has closed. Abruptly. My local spin studio, cornerstone of the weekend, the place that somehow turned me from someone who tolerated cardio into someone who needed it. You don’t expect a community to form around an hour on a stationary bike, and then you find yourself in one. This was the first Saturday in I-don’t-know-how-long that I didn’t set my alarm for Swiftie Saturday. I miss it.

Consuming

The Testaments. Disney+. Devoured the first three episodes in one sitting when they dropped; episode four this week, rationed like a sensible adult. Atwood has been a constant since I first read Handmaids for year 9 English, and it is slightly too on-the-nose to be watching this in a week whose dinner-table topic was democratic backsliding. But also exactly right.

Two gigs: Dry Cleaning at the Melkweg — Florence Shaw deadpanning her way through lyrics that arrive half-overheard and land three seconds late, over a tight post-punk racket. A band who’ve made speaking over songs feel like the only sensible approach. And The Undertones at Paradiso for the 50th anniversary show — a room full of people who knew every word of Teenage Kicks, sung back like an anthem because it is one.

Coverage

Read an FT piece earlier this week on AI on Meta launching an AI version of Zuckerberg for leadership comms and got, as the kids say, The Ick. Thought on it. Reflected. (Personal growth, yo.) Came back with a more generous conclusion: AI has a place in leadership comms — especially in organisations that have to communicate at scale. The question, then, isn’t if. It’s how.

Which became a piece in Unleash this week: AI won’t fix your leadership communication, but it might expose it.

Travel

Home. Two weeks in a row — what passes for a holiday by recent standards.

This week in photos

Weeknote 2026/13

Colorful landmark sign reading 'CURACAO' with a woman standing in front, surrounded by vibrant houses and a clear blue sky.
Wandering the streets of Willemstad this week.

There’s a certain kind of wrong that turns out, in the right context, to be exactly right. Jetlag that becomes a productivity hack. A brain that can’t distinguish between languages, accidentally fluent. A notification arriving at precisely the wrong — or possibly perfect — moment.

Curaçao will do that to you. It’s a place that shouldn’t quite work — Dutch colonial architecture in the Caribbean heat, a language built from five others, an island that looks like Delft and feels like nowhere else — and absolutely does.

This week at work

Started Monday strong with a 5am planning workshop — client in Europe, colleagues in Asia, me in Curaçao calculating whether I could make it to the beach by nine. The answer was yes. There’s something to be said for jetlag as a productivity strategy: brutal early start, done and dusted before the Netherlands has made it to lunch, the rest of the day entirely your own.

It works both ways, too. My business partner Jon is in the UK. When I’m east — Japan, say — I’d have the day’s work wrapped before he’d had his first coffee. Now I’m west, he picks things up first, gets them moving, and hands them to me to finish off. Use it well and the timezone gap stops being a problem and starts being a relay baton. As regular readers may have noticed, this is a hack I deploy fairly regularly.

Same client, different challenge: we started mapping out our approach to digital employee experience testing on their new digital workplace. This is the stuff that gets skipped in favour of launch day announcements and gets missed the moment something doesn’t work for real humans in real contexts. Good to see a team treating it as foundational rather than optional.

Thursday brought the formal kick-off with a new client — at the comparatively civilised start time of 7am — and it generated an excellent pile of actions. Early days, but already I’m struck by their pragmatism and genuine appetite to move at pace. That last bit always comes with caveats in a sprawling corporate context, where the gap between ambition and organisational physics can be considerable. But the intent is there, and intent is where it starts.

Friday was more mixed. A conversation with a vendor about fronting some talks — one I’m still turning over. The book needs promoting, and I know the months ahead require me to be more visible, more vocal, more out there. But there’s a version of this that tips into “comms influencer” territory, and I’m not at all sure that’s who I am or want to be. Practitioner first. Sizeable social following, yes, but that following exists because I say things I actually believe. I need to be clear on where the line is before I cross it.

On a more straightforwardly enjoyable note: a good conversation with a public sector organisation thinking hard about launching a new social platform. These projects are tricky anywhere — but in public sector there’s an extra layer of scrutiny that goes beyond “will people use it?” and straight to “can we justify people using it?” The fear that investment gets undermined by employees being too engaged, too social, too human, and the Daily Mail does not like that.

I printed off the book’s manuscript and proofed it on the plane here. Genuinely not bad. I’d buy it. The book website is live — digitalcommunicationsatwork.com — and the marketing machine is slowly cranking into gear. More on that in the weeks ahead.

Also this week

Also this week, in between the early starts and 5am workshops: Curaçao itself. Clear blue water. Sand between the toes. Caves and coves. Jumping into the sea. And the genuinely disconcerting experience of wandering the streets of Willemstad, which looks exactly like a Dutch canal town, except it’s 30 degrees and there are flamingos.

It’s also a genuinely odd linguistic proposition — and an unexpectedly validating one. My brain, when abroad, does not distinguish between languages. It just goes “you’re abroad! Try foreign!” and fires whatever it has. Dutch in Germany. Spanish in Italy. Usually both at once, nouns from one, conjunctions from the other, meaning somewhere in the middle.

It makes no sense anywhere. Except Curacao. Because Papiamentu — the local creole — is built from Portuguese, Spanish, Dutch, English, and West African languages. Purity was never the point. It evolved to be understood, by these people, in this place.

At one point this week, the sentence “Spaans of Holandés is fine” came out of my mouth. And somehow, it was.

Consuming

I have a habit of reading the history of a place before I visit. History being, largely, the story of bad men doing awful things, this means my travel reading list is a reliable parade of war, repression, dictatorship, and genocide. I thought Hell’s Gorge — Matthew Parker’s history of the building of the Panama Canal — might be a cheerier proposition. Epoch-defining infrastructure. Human ingenuity. That sort of thing.

Reader, it was not.

Connections

This week’s unexpected connection: I ended up sharing an apartment in Curaçao with Meri Williams — ex-GDS/Monzo, and one of the more interesting people on the internet. This is the second time in six months I’ve ended up on holiday with someone I met on LinkedIn. I’m choosing to see this as a feature of how I socialise now, rather than a symptom of anything.

Coverage

New piece out this week in Reworked: the argument that the HR–IT partnership everyone’s so excited about is missing a third leg. Internal communications keeps getting invited to the table at the announcement stage, long after the decisions are made. That’s not a seat at the table. That’s a chair by the door. The piece is about what genuine shared accountability across all three functions actually looks like — and why AI makes getting this wrong considerably more expensive than it used to be.

I was quoted in the FT this week, in Isabel Berwick’s piece on the rise of ‘third spaces’ as co-working spots: “There was something quite fun about working in a bathrobe and breaking up a hard day’s PowerPoint with a dip in a pool and ten minutes in a sauna.”

I got the notification about this while Working From Yacht, somewhere off the coast of Curaçao. The irony is in no way lost on me.

Travel

Next stop: Panama. Country 89, which is a perfectly normal number of countries to have visited and I will not be taking questions. The plan is a genuine week off — no workshops, no 5am calls, no Working From Yacht. Just me, the Canal, and a book that has already comprehensively disabused me of any romantic notions about what building it involved.

Wish me luck.

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