And probably would be, if I was away on holidays in Europe, simply because I’ve always wanted to be in Belgium on a Tuesday just so I could use that line.
By the way, it’s out of a movie, but I’m not sure which one. Obviously, it wasn’t that great if I can’t remember it.
But…
Searching for locations for my stories takes a lot of time and effort, using Google Earth and other means, like street view. Finding houses or apartments required a great deal of real estate research, almost to the point of buying a property.
Is there any better way to see the street it’s in, the neighbours, the neighbourhood, and inside the house and gardens? Almost as if you lived there, which of course you do in the story.
In reality, I’m in Canada on the Trans-Canada Highway heading towards Banff, on icy roads in winter. Yes, that’s where we were this year in early January, getting a feel for the place, the roads, the weather, the people, and the places.
Cold, yes. Atmospheric, yes, exciting, double yes. Sometimes research is really fun, well, I don’t call it that, otherwise everyone else will think it was not the birthday treat that it was meant to be.
And was.
My wife’s 65th birthday will be one she certainly will never forget.
So..,
Writing is proceeding better now that I’ve knuckled down. The Trans-Canada experience has been translated into a story attached to a photo and will be posted soon
The treasure hunt has taken shape, now that it’s moved beyond the initial two episodes, and we’re digging in for the long haul. New players and contingency plans. Evil will be lurking behind and under every rock.
And as for the helicopter crash and its aftermath, this morning, a new idea and direction came to me, and this saw frantic scribble notes before I lost it. At least, I was not in the shower this time.
It’s going to have three parts, the first is nearly done, the second, clearly formed in my mind, the third, well, isn’t that always about retribution or revenge?
We shall see.
And the Being Inspired series just got 39 and 40 written, and ready to be published.
Unfortunately, I’m not one of those people who work well with timelines, so the very thought of using something like Microsoft Project to get my writing into some sort of timeframe, with deadlines, seemed, to me, to be a bit extreme.
Say for instance the major deadlines for a writing project are
Write an outline, with as much detail as possible, with an overarching plot, characters, and key points in the novel, and scout for locations
Writing. This could be broken down into chapters, but more practicable would be sectioned, each consisting of a number of chapters.
Editing, planning for one, two or three, or more edits
Proofreading
Send to editor
Clearly if I was going to take this approach, then I would have to allocate hours of the day specifically for writing and doing all those other writer chores in less time, and with fewer distractions.
And, it might work for a more dedicated author.
But…
I did make a new years resolution that I would try and do things differently this year.
Except…
I set a goal to restart editing my next novel on 1st Feb. I thought, setting it so far into the year would be easy.
It would give me the time to clear up all the outstanding, get in the way, distractions, and be free to finally finish it.
But there’s always something else to do, other than what we’re supposed to be doing.
For me it used to be going away, spending long, sleepless hours flying from one side of the world to the other had fuelled my imagination more than I expected and where this used to be the impetus to write more stories that had not happened yet this year.
I have other stories of course, all in various stages of writing, but if only I could focus on one story at a time.
So…
I’ve tried to set some new, more realistic goals to finish playing with these other stories as soon as I can, so come the first of April, I can resume work on the next book to be published.
Why You Need to Fail to Innovate: Unpacking John Cleese’s Masterclass on Creativity
“If you are not prepared to make a mistake, you’ll never come up with a new idea.” — John Cleese
We’ve all been there staring at a blank screen, a white whiteboard, or a daunting project brief, paralysed by the need to get it right on the first try. In a culture that worships overnight success and flawless execution, making a mistake feels like a professional sin.
But according to legendary comedian, actor, and writer John Cleese—co-founder of Monty Python and creator of Fawlty Towers—this fear of failure is the single greatest enemy of creativity.
If you want to innovate, invent, or simply think outside the box, you have to give yourself permission to be wrong. A lot.
Let’s dive deep into Cleese’s philosophy on creativity, why mistakes are the bedrock of original thought, and how you can cultivate a “mistake-friendly” mindset in your work and life.
The Myth of the “Lightbulb Moment”
When we think of creative breakthroughs, we often imagine a eureka moment—a lightning bolt of inspiration striking a genius out of nowhere.
Cleese, who gave a famous lecture on the mechanics of creativity, argues that this is entirely a myth. Creativity is not a talent you are simply born with; it is a mode of operation. It is a state of mind that you can enter, provided you create the right psychological conditions.
The biggest roadblock to entering this creative state? Anxiety.
When you are stressed, pressured to perform, or terrified of looking foolish, your brain goes into survival mode. You rely on tried-and-true, risk-free solutions. You stick to what you know works. Unfortunately, “what works” is the exact opposite of a new idea.
Why Fear Kills Innovation
To understand why fear is the kryptonite of creativity, we have to look at how the brain works.
The “Closed” Mindset: When you are afraid of making a mistake, your cognitive focus narrows. You become hyper-critical, editing your thoughts as they happen. This is the “inner critic” working overtime.
The Death of Play: Creativity requires playfulness. It requires asking “What if?” without worrying about whether the answer is stupid. Fear replaces play with pressure.
The Comfort Zone: Safe ideas rarely change the world. By definition, a new idea is untested, unproven, and a little bit ridiculous until it isn’t. If you refuse to take the risk of being wrong, you anchor yourself to mediocrity.
As Cleese points out, the most creative people aren’t necessarily smarter than everyone else; they are simply more willing to tolerate ambiguity, confusion, and error.
Redefining the “Mistake” in the Creative Process
Thomas Edison famously said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”
In the realm of innovation, a mistake is not a moral failing or a sign of incompetence. It is a data point.
Think of the creative process like an archaeological dig. You have to sift through tons of dirt, rubble, and broken pottery before you unearth something valuable. If you refuse to dig up the dirt because you’re afraid it’s worthless, you’ll never find the artifact.
When you accept that your first ideas are likely going to be terrible, a massive weight lifts off your shoulders. In fact, lowering the bar intentionally is one of the best brainstorming hacks available. Give yourself permission to write the worst possible version of an essay, design the ugliest logo, or pitch the most absurd business concept. Once the bad ideas are out on the table, the good ones finally have room to breathe.
How to Apply John Cleese’s Wisdom to Your Work
If you want to harness Cleese’s philosophy and become a more fearless, innovative thinker, try implementing these four strategies:
1. Create a “Tortoise Space” for Play
Cleese emphasises the importance of setting boundaries for creativity. He suggests creating a physical or temporal space where you can retreat from the pressures of the “open” (operational, stressed) mode. Give yourself a dedicated hour where nothing is precious, failure has zero consequences, and you are entirely free to play.
2. Separate Creation from Editing
The cardinal sin of brainstorming is trying to judge your ideas at the same time you are generating them. This is like trying to drive with one foot on the gas and the other on the brakes.
Phase 1: Generate without judgment. Write down every crazy, stupid, or unpolished thought.
Phase 2: Put on your analytical hat and evaluate what’s actually useful.
3. Reframe “Failure” as “Exploration”
Language matters. Instead of telling yourself, “If this doesn’t work, I’m a failure,” try telling yourself, “Let’s see what happens if we try X.” Cultivating scientific curiosity removes the emotional sting of a mistake and turns it into an interesting experiment.
4. Reward the Attempt, Not Just the Outcome
If you manage a team, you cannot demand innovation while punishing missteps. Foster a culture where bold, well-reasoned risks are celebrated—even when they fail. When employees know their jobs aren’t on the line for trying something new, they will surprise you with breakthrough solutions.
Final Thoughts: Embrace the Mess
Innovation is inherently messy. It is a journey of trial, error, backtracking, and accidental discoveries.
John Cleese’s timeless insight reminds us that perfectionism is the enemy of progress. If you wait until you have a guaranteed, foolproof, mistake-proof plan, you will be waiting forever.
So, lower the stakes. Embrace the absurd. Make the mistake. It just might be the starting point of your best idea yet.
What is the best “mistake” that led to a breakthrough in your career or creative projects? Let’s discuss in the comments below!
One Day in Vienna: A Symphony of Splendour at Schönbrunn Palace
Vienna is a city of emperors, composers, and unparalleled grandeur—a place where history, art, and music intertwine. But if you’re stuck with a one-day stopover, how do you choose just one place to visit? Amid the city’s iconic attractions, Schönbrunn Palace rises as the perfect answer. This UNESCO World Heritage Site is more than a palace; it’s a portal to the opulence of the Habsburg Empire and a living testament to Vienna’s legacy. Here’s how to make the most of your day in this majestic setting.
Why Schönbrunn? A Journey Through Time and Taste
Nestled in the heart of Vienna’s 11th district, Schönbrunn Palace served as the summer residence of the Habsburg dynasty for centuries. Its name, which means Beautiful Spring, nods to the natural spring discovered by a shepherd in the 11th century. By the 17th century, it had transformed into a Baroque masterpiece under the direction of Emperor Leopold I. The palace’s grandeur is matched only by its history: it witnessed imperial triumphs, the horrors of WWI, and the resilience of Austrian culture.
Walking through its gates, you’re instantly transported into a world of gilded halls, stately gardens, and stories whispered in marble corridors. Whether you’re a history buff, an art lover, or a seeker of beauty, Schönbrunn offers layers of experience that resonate with every visitor.
The Highlights: A Gilded Itinerary
1. The Grand Tour of the Palace Start with the Imperial Apartments, where the Habsburgs lived and ruled. The opulent rooms—like the Mirrors Hall and the Kleiner Prunksaal—showcase the dynasty’s wealth and taste. Don’t miss the intricate frescoes, Venetian chandeliers, and the Schönbrunn Silver Museum, home to over 6000 pieces of exquisite tableware.
2. The Gloriette: A Garden’s Jewel No visit is complete without ascending to the Gloriette, the garden’s crowning glory. This neoclassical pavilion, framed by 500 sculpted cypress trees, offers panoramic views of the city. The surrounding Parc de la Thomayer is a tranquil spot to take a break, its geometric pathways and fountains a nod to Versailles.
3. The Baroque Gardens Spanning 180,000 square meters, the gardens are a masterclass in design. Walk through the Esterházy Gate into “Maria Therese’s Garden,” where flowerbeds bloom in vibrant symmetry. Stop by the Orangery, once vital for protecting tropical plants in winter, or the Children’s Zoo, where a mirror maze adds whimsy to the imperial ambience.
Practical Tips for a Perfect Day
Skip the Line: Book tickets in advance to avoid long waits, especially on weekends.
Timing is Everything: Arrive early to maximise your time. A full visit to the palace and gardens can take 3–4 hours; allow extra if you stroll the gardens thoroughly.
Guided Tours or Self-Guided? Opt for a guided Palatine Tour (45 minutes) for context, then explore on your own.
Grab a Coffee Break: The Palace Café serves classic Austrian pastries and coffee. For a more hidden gem, stop by Café Gloriette in the gardens for light bites with a view.
Why Schönbrunn Makes the Day Memorable
Schönbrunn is the essence of Vienna in one location. It’s where history breathes in frescoed walls and where nature dances in meticulously designed gardens. As the sun sets, casting golden light on the palace’s façade, you’ll understand why this place remains the heartbeat of Austria’s imperial past.
In just a day, Schönbrunn offers a narrative of power, artistry, and human ambition. It’s a place where even fleeting moments feel eternal, and where you’ll leave with not just photos, but a sense of wonder. For a one-day stopover, there’s no better choice to make Vienna unforgettable.
Schönbrunn Palace is open daily from 9:00 AM to 6:30 PM (season-dependent). For more details, visit www.schoenbrunn.at.
What would you do with a day in Vienna? Let us know in the comments!
Pro Tip: Bring a camera—every corner of Schönbrunn is a postcard waiting to be snapped.
And, yes, the simple description for this word is that area of the earth that isn’t covered by water.
It could also describe that little patch that my house is built on, and is generally covered by the expression, house and land as a package.
After all, a piece of land is not much used to you unless there’s a dwelling on it, or, on rare occasions, under it. Does that mean then that land in this instance only as what you can see?
OK, now it’s getting confusing.
What if I wanted to live off the land. A small patch will not do, in this case, is need a large area, perhaps thousands if hectares.
It is said that the Australian aborigines have lived off the land for thousands of years, with a nomadic lifestyle.
No small patch of land for them.
Now, what if I come down out of the sky. Oddly enough this means I have to land, even if I come back to earth over later. It’s still a landing.
Now it’s getting interesting.
So what if you wanted to refer to where you live? That would be your homeland or motherland, and it describes a country.
So it’s my patch, my country, any area where there isn’t water. What about describing a country, say the land of the long white cloud, or the land of the rising sun?
And just to add to the confusion
I can land a fish
Make land, after being all at sea, and,
Best of all, land that much desired job.
Wow.
I’m beginning to think it’s another one of those ‘four-letter words’
50 photographs, 50 stories, of which there is one of the 50 below.
They all start with –
A picture paints … well, as many words as you like. For instance:
And, the story:
Have you ever watched your hopes and dreams simply fly away?
Everything I thought I wanted and needed had just left in an aeroplane, and although I said I was not going to, I came to the airport to see the plane leave. Not the person on it, that would have been far too difficult and emotional, but perhaps it was symbolic, the end of one life and the start of another.
But no matter what I thought or felt, we had both come to the right decision. She needed the opportunity to spread her wings. It was probably not the best idea for her to apply for the job without telling me, but I understood her reasons.
She was in a rut. Though her job was a very good one, it was not as demanding as she had expected, particularly after the last promotion, but with it came resentment from others on her level that she, the youngest of the group, would get the position.
It was something that had been weighing her down for the last three months, and if she noticed it, the late nights, the moodiness, sometimes a flash of temper. I knew she had one; no one could have such red hair and not, but she had always kept it in check.
And then there was us, together, and after seven years, it felt like we were going nowhere. Perhaps that was down to my lack of ambition, and though she never said it, lack of sophistication. It hadn’t been an issue, well, not until her last promotion, and the fact that she had to entertain more, and frankly, I felt like an embarrassment to her.
So, there it was, three days ago, the beginning of the weekend, and we had planned to go away for a few days and take stock. We both acknowledged we needed to talk, but it never seemed the right time.
It was then that she said she had quit her job and found a new one. Starting the following Monday.
Ok, that took me by surprise, not so much that it was something I sort of guessed might happen, but that she would just blurt it out.
I think that right then, at that moment, I could feel her frustration with everything around her.
What surprised her was my reaction. None.
I simply asked who, where, and when.
A world-class newspaper in New York, and she had to be there in a week.
A week.
It was all the time I had left with her.
I remember just shrugging and asking if the planned weekend away was off.
She stood on the other side of the kitchen counter, hands around a cup of coffee she had just poured, and that one thing I remembered was the lone tear that ran down her cheek.
Is that all you want to know?
I did, yes, but we had lost the intimacy we used to have, where she would have told me what was happening, and we would have brainstormed solutions. I might be a cabinet maker, but I still had a brain, was what I overheard her tell a friend once.
There’s not much to ask, I said. You’ve been desperately unhappy and haven’t been able to hide it all that well, you have been under a lot of pressure trying to deal with a group of troglodytes, and you’ve been leaning on Bentley’s shoulder instead of mine, and I get it, he’s got more experience in that place, and the politics that go with it, and is still an ally.
Her immediate superior was instrumental in her getting the position, but unlike some men in his position, he had not taken advantage of the situation like some might. And even if she had made a move, which I doubted, that was not the sort of woman she was, he would have politely declined.
One of the very few happily married men in that organisation, so I heard.
So, she said, you’re not just a pretty face.
Par for the course for a cabinet maker whose university degree is in psychology. It doesn’t take rocket science to see what was happening to you. I just didn’t think it was my place to jump in unless you asked me, and when you didn’t, well, that told me everything I needed to know.
Yes, our relationship had a use-by date, and it was in the next few days.
I was thinking, she said, that you might come with me; you can make cabinets anywhere.
I could, but I think the real problem wasn’t just the job. It was everything around her and going with her that would just be a constant reminder of what had been holding her back. I didn’t want that for her and said so.
Then the only question left was, what do we do now?
Go shopping for suitcases. Bags to pack, and places to go.
Getting on the roller coaster is easy. At the beginning, it’s a slow, easy ride, followed by the slow climb to the top. It’s much like some relationships; they start out easy, they require a little work to get to the next level, followed by the adrenaline rush when it all comes together.
What most people forget is that what comes down must go back up, and life is pretty much a roller coaster with highs and lows.
Our roller coaster had just come out of the final turn, and we were braking so that it would stop at the station.
There was no question of going with her to New York. Yes, I promised I’d come over and visit her, but that was a promise with crossed fingers behind my back. After a few months in the new job, the last thing she’d want was a reminder of what she left behind. New friends, new life.
We packed her bags, threw out everything she didn’t want, a free trip to the op shop with stuff she knew others would like to have, and basically, by the time she was ready to go, there was nothing left of her in the apartment, or anywhere.
Her friends would be seeing her off at the airport, and that’s when I told her I was not coming; that moment, the taxi arrived to take her away forever. I remember standing there, watching the taxi go. It was going to be, and was, as hard as it was to watch the plane leave.
So, there I was, finally staring at the blank sky, around me a dozen other plane spotters, a rather motley crew of plane enthusiasts.
Already that morning, there had been 6 different types of planes departing, and I could hear another winding up its engines for take-off.
People coming, people going.
Maybe I would go to New York in a couple of months, not to see her, but just to see what the attraction was. Or maybe I would drop in, just to see how she was.
As one of my friends told me when I gave him the news, the future is never written in stone, and it’s about time you broadened your horizons.
One Day in Madrid? Make It Unforgettable With a Single Stop at The Prado Museum
You’ve just landed in Spain’s bustling capital for a brief, 24‑hour layover. The clock’s ticking, the city’s energy is buzzing, and you want one experience that captures the soul of Madrid without feeling rushed.
Answer: Spend the heart of your day at the Museo Nacional del Prado—the world‑renowned art palace that is, in a nutshell, the cultural heartbeat of the city.
Below is a full‑fledged guide that shows why the Prado is the ideal “one‑place” itinerary, how to squeeze the most out of your visit, and where to refuel before and after your artistic pilgrimage.
1. Why the Prado Beats All Other Options
Factor
How the Prado Excels
Iconic Status
The Prado houses over 8,600 works, including masterpieces by Velázquez, Goya, El Greco, Bosch, and Titian. It’s the museum that put Madrid on the global art map.
Central Location
Situated on Paseo del Prado, a UNESCO‑listed boulevard, it’s a short 10‑minute walk from Puerta del Sol, Atocha, and the historic centre. Perfect for quick transit.
Time‑Efficient
You can see the museum’s “highlights route” in ~2‑3 hours—an expertly curated path that ensures you don’t miss the crown jewels.
Atmosphere
The 19th‑century neoclassical building, marble staircases, and tranquil courtyards provide a serene escape from the city’s hustle—a perfect micro‑retreat during a layover.
Culinary Bonus
Right outside the museum are historic cafés (e.g., Café de Oriente and Café Montalbán) where you can savor a quick bite of Madrid’s famous tapas and café con leche.
In short, the Prado gives you art, architecture, history, and a taste of local life—all in one compact, easily reachable location.
2. Practicalities: Getting There & Getting In
Item
Details
Nearest Metro
Line 2 (Red) – Banco de España (2‑minute walk) or Line 1 (Light Blue) – Atocha (5‑minute walk).
Entrance Ticket
€15 (adult) – includes free entry to the Royal Botanical Garden (a bonus if you have extra minutes). Free entry on Monday‑Thursday evenings (19:00‑21:00) and on the last Saturday of each month (09:00‑14:00).
Skip‑the‑Line Options
Buy tickets online in advance (PDF or QR code). The “Fast‑Track” ticket (€18) gives you a dedicated entry line—worth it if you land during peak tourist hours (10:00‑12:00).
Opening Hours
10:00‑20:00 (Tue‑Sat), 10:00‑19:00 (Sun, Mon). Closed on Tuesdays.
Time Needed
2‑3 hours for the “Highlights Route.” Add a 30‑minute coffee break if you wish.
Pro tip: If your layover lands early in the morning, head straight to the museum as soon as you clear customs. The first hour (10:00‑11:00) is usually the quietest.
3. The “Highlights Route” – A 2‑Hour Guided Walkthrough
“Las Meninas” – Diego Velázquez (1656) Why: The quintessential Spanish masterpiece; a study in perspective and courtly intrigue.
“The Garden of Earthly Delights” – Hieronymus Bosch (c. 1490‑1510) Why: A surreal trip through heaven, earth, and hell that sparks conversation.
“The Third of May 1808” – Francisco Goya (1814) Why: Goya’s powerful anti‑war statement—emotionally resonant and instantly recognisable.
“The Annunciation” – Fra Angelico (c. 1435) Why: A glimpse of early Renaissance serenity amidst the Baroque grandeur.
“The Adoration of the Magi” – Titian (c. 1518) Why: Shows the museum’s breadth—Italian Renaissance at its vibrant best.
How to navigate: Pick up a free Map of “Highlights” at the information desk, or download the official Prado app (offline mode works with Wi‑Fi). The route is clearly signposted and takes you clockwise through the main halls, minimizing back‑track.
4. Lunch (or “Tapas‑break”) – Eat Like a Madrileño
Spot
What to Try
Why It Fits
Café Montalbán (inside the museum’s foyer)
Tortilla de Patatas + Café con leche
Quick, high‑quality Spanish staple, just steps from your next gallery.
Mercado de San Miguel (5‑minute walk)
Jamón ibérico, croquetas, pimientos de padrón
A foodie market with a lively atmosphere—perfect for a post‑museum stroll.
Casa Lucio (near Plaza Mayor, 10‑minute walk)
Huevos rotos (broken eggs over ham)
A classic Madrid dish if you have a little extra time and want to feel truly local.
If you’re watching the clock, a tapas platter at the market paired with a glass of vermut (a favourite Madrileño apéritif) will keep you under an hour.
5. Making the Most of Your Remaining Hours
Time Slot
Suggested Activity
After the Prado (≈14:00‑15:30)
Take a leisurely 15‑minute walk through the Retiro Park—pop into the Crystal Palace or rent a rowboat on the pond.
Early Evening (≈16:00‑18:00)
Wander the Puerta del Sol and Plaza Mayor for a quick photo op and a final espresso.
If your flight is late (≥20:00)
Return to the museum for the free evening session (19:00‑21:00) for a quieter, candle‑lit experience.
6. Insider Hacks – Avoid the “Layover Stress”
Pack Light, Travel Smart – Use a small, anti‑theft day‑bag; large luggage can’t go inside the museum.
Carry a Portable Charger – You’ll likely rely on the Prado app and digital tickets.
Mind the “Siesta” – Some smaller cafés close around 14:30‑15:30; plan your main meal before then.
Reserve a Taxi or ride-share in advance for the airport ride back—Madrid’s traffic can surge during rush hour (17:00‑19:00).
Check Flight‑Status Alerts – Keep an eye on any gate changes; the museum is only a 20‑minute metro ride from both Barajas (T4) and Atocha stations.
7. The Takeaway: One Place, Endless Memories
A one‑day stopover in Madrid can feel like a sprint through a bustling metropolis. By centring your adventure around the Museo Nacional del Prado, you:
Absorb a micro‑history of Spain (from the Golden Age to modernism) in a single, inspiring venue.
Stay centrally located, allowing easy transitions to Madrid’s other iconic sites if time permits.
Enjoy a seamless blend of culture, cuisine, and convenience—the three pillars of any perfect travel day.
So, when the aeroplane doors open and the city’s pulse beckons, head straight for the Prado. Walk the halls where centuries of genius converse, sip a café in a historic courtyard, and leave Madrid with a story you’ll retell for years—all in a single unforgettable day.
Happy travels, and may your Madrid layover be as vibrant as a Velázquez brushstroke!
It could be said that of all the women one could meet, whether contrived or by sheer luck, what are the odds it would turn out to be the woman who was being paid a very large sum to kill you?
John Pennington is a man who may be lucky in business, but not so lucky in love. He has just broken up with Phillipa Sternhaven, the woman he thought was the one, but relatives and circumstances, and perhaps because she was a ‘princess’, may also have contributed to the end result.
So, what do you do when you are heartbroken?
That is a story that slowly unfolds, from the first meeting with his nemesis on Lake Geneva, all the way to a hotel room in Sorrento, where he learns the shattering truth.
What should have been solace after disappointment turns out to be something else entirely, and from that point, everything goes to hell in a handbasket.
He suddenly realises his so-called friend Sebastian has not exactly told him the truth about a small job he asked him to do, the woman he is falling in love with is not quite who she says she is, and he is caught in the middle of a war between two men who consider people becoming collateral damage as part of their business.
The story paints the characters, cleverly displaying all their flaws and weaknesses. The locations add to the story at times, taking me back down memory lane, especially to Venice, where, in those back streets, I confess it’s not all that hard to get lost.
All in all, a thoroughly entertaining story with, for once, a satisfying end.
Why You Need to Fail to Innovate: Unpacking John Cleese’s Masterclass on Creativity
“If you are not prepared to make a mistake, you’ll never come up with a new idea.” — John Cleese
We’ve all been there staring at a blank screen, a white whiteboard, or a daunting project brief, paralysed by the need to get it right on the first try. In a culture that worships overnight success and flawless execution, making a mistake feels like a professional sin.
But according to legendary comedian, actor, and writer John Cleese—co-founder of Monty Python and creator of Fawlty Towers—this fear of failure is the single greatest enemy of creativity.
If you want to innovate, invent, or simply think outside the box, you have to give yourself permission to be wrong. A lot.
Let’s dive deep into Cleese’s philosophy on creativity, why mistakes are the bedrock of original thought, and how you can cultivate a “mistake-friendly” mindset in your work and life.
The Myth of the “Lightbulb Moment”
When we think of creative breakthroughs, we often imagine a eureka moment—a lightning bolt of inspiration striking a genius out of nowhere.
Cleese, who gave a famous lecture on the mechanics of creativity, argues that this is entirely a myth. Creativity is not a talent you are simply born with; it is a mode of operation. It is a state of mind that you can enter, provided you create the right psychological conditions.
The biggest roadblock to entering this creative state? Anxiety.
When you are stressed, pressured to perform, or terrified of looking foolish, your brain goes into survival mode. You rely on tried-and-true, risk-free solutions. You stick to what you know works. Unfortunately, “what works” is the exact opposite of a new idea.
Why Fear Kills Innovation
To understand why fear is the kryptonite of creativity, we have to look at how the brain works.
The “Closed” Mindset: When you are afraid of making a mistake, your cognitive focus narrows. You become hyper-critical, editing your thoughts as they happen. This is the “inner critic” working overtime.
The Death of Play: Creativity requires playfulness. It requires asking “What if?” without worrying about whether the answer is stupid. Fear replaces play with pressure.
The Comfort Zone: Safe ideas rarely change the world. By definition, a new idea is untested, unproven, and a little bit ridiculous until it isn’t. If you refuse to take the risk of being wrong, you anchor yourself to mediocrity.
As Cleese points out, the most creative people aren’t necessarily smarter than everyone else; they are simply more willing to tolerate ambiguity, confusion, and error.
Redefining the “Mistake” in the Creative Process
Thomas Edison famously said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”
In the realm of innovation, a mistake is not a moral failing or a sign of incompetence. It is a data point.
Think of the creative process like an archaeological dig. You have to sift through tons of dirt, rubble, and broken pottery before you unearth something valuable. If you refuse to dig up the dirt because you’re afraid it’s worthless, you’ll never find the artifact.
When you accept that your first ideas are likely going to be terrible, a massive weight lifts off your shoulders. In fact, lowering the bar intentionally is one of the best brainstorming hacks available. Give yourself permission to write the worst possible version of an essay, design the ugliest logo, or pitch the most absurd business concept. Once the bad ideas are out on the table, the good ones finally have room to breathe.
How to Apply John Cleese’s Wisdom to Your Work
If you want to harness Cleese’s philosophy and become a more fearless, innovative thinker, try implementing these four strategies:
1. Create a “Tortoise Space” for Play
Cleese emphasises the importance of setting boundaries for creativity. He suggests creating a physical or temporal space where you can retreat from the pressures of the “open” (operational, stressed) mode. Give yourself a dedicated hour where nothing is precious, failure has zero consequences, and you are entirely free to play.
2. Separate Creation from Editing
The cardinal sin of brainstorming is trying to judge your ideas at the same time you are generating them. This is like trying to drive with one foot on the gas and the other on the brakes.
Phase 1: Generate without judgment. Write down every crazy, stupid, or unpolished thought.
Phase 2: Put on your analytical hat and evaluate what’s actually useful.
3. Reframe “Failure” as “Exploration”
Language matters. Instead of telling yourself, “If this doesn’t work, I’m a failure,” try telling yourself, “Let’s see what happens if we try X.” Cultivating scientific curiosity removes the emotional sting of a mistake and turns it into an interesting experiment.
4. Reward the Attempt, Not Just the Outcome
If you manage a team, you cannot demand innovation while punishing missteps. Foster a culture where bold, well-reasoned risks are celebrated—even when they fail. When employees know their jobs aren’t on the line for trying something new, they will surprise you with breakthrough solutions.
Final Thoughts: Embrace the Mess
Innovation is inherently messy. It is a journey of trial, error, backtracking, and accidental discoveries.
John Cleese’s timeless insight reminds us that perfectionism is the enemy of progress. If you wait until you have a guaranteed, foolproof, mistake-proof plan, you will be waiting forever.
So, lower the stakes. Embrace the absurd. Make the mistake. It just might be the starting point of your best idea yet.
What is the best “mistake” that led to a breakthrough in your career or creative projects? Let’s discuss in the comments below!
I’m back home and this story has been sitting on a back burner for a few months, waiting for some more to be written.
The trouble is, there are also other stories to write, and I’m not very good at prioritizing.
But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn’t take long to get back into the groove.
Chasing leads, maybe
I ordered breakfast to be brought to my room, then sat back and read the paper, culminating in a second cup of coffee and a half-hearted attempt at the crossword.
My mind was not sufficiently clear of all the implications of what I’d seen last night, and before that.
The first task was to go back to the office and get onto the computer to track down the address the car was registered to. It was not the flat. My guess that it was a sort of safe house. He may not have had reservations about Jan, or who she worked for, not until he became the prey.
Then it occurred to me that if Jan didn’t know where the USB was, then she had to realize he might have rumbled her perfidy. Maybe he was not as easily fooled as I first thought.
But it didn’t explain why Nobbin was in the dark over the USB’s whereabouts, as he had told me to give Nobbin a message. Perhaps there’s been a secret message behind that message.
Now, my mind was spinning out of control.
Like O’Connell/Quinley, and in accordance with more lessons on tradecraft, I too, had what I would like to have called a safe house, a small flat on the outskirts of Wimbledon.
I also had an off-site parking space that was a reasonable distance from the flat, so that if I was being hunted, the car would not lead them to my hiding spot.
There I had a shower, changed, and headed for the underground.
I took the train to Charing Cross, getting there around nine, to take the short walk to the hotel.
Not expecting to find her in the room, I used my key to let myself in.
I was wrong.
She was in bed, still asleep. Or was until I let the door slam shut.
She didn’t exactly come out from under the covers with a gun pointing at me, but I would be willing to be there was one under her pillow and her hand was on it.
“Sam?” It was uttered sleepily, the sort that would normally send a shiver down my spine. Not now.
“I hope you’re not intending to shoot me?”
“No.”
I could see her hand moving slowly withdrawing, and then watched her sit up and swing her legs over the side.
Still in basic clothes. Obviously, no time to go and get some pyjamas then.
“What happened to you?”
“Got side-tracked on what I thought might be a lead, and it wasn’t. Just a waste of time and a long night. Thought I’d come here and get some shuteye. Perhaps not. Are you going to order breakfast?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll have a pot of coffee and a paper, preferably one with a crossword.”
She rang down a breakfast order, full English, then said she was having a quick shower. I heard the water running and wondered if she was giving Severin a short report. Old trick, running water hides conversations.
Breakfast arrived at the same time as she came out of the bathroom, hair up in a towel, and in one of the hotel dressing gowns. My imagination got a five-second workout before I grabbed the paper and the coffee and sat in the corner.
She could have the desk.
“Do we know where Maury is?” I asked suddenly.
“Who?”
She hesitated before answering, a moment to give herself time to process the question, and if there were any hidden meanings.
“You know? You dropped a tracker on him.”
“Oh, him. He must have found and dumped it. It was pinging about 100 yards from the flat.”
Of course. There probably wasn’t one in the first place.
“Pity. I’d like to turn up unannounced, give him a bit of a scare.”
I went back to the crossword, keeping an eye on her, noticing every now and then giving me a sideways glance.
“Did you go anywhere after the flat?” Again sudden, out of left field.
“No. Just come straight back here. Do you want to keep the room for a few days? See what happens.”
“Sounds like a good idea. Look, I have to run an errand this morning, unfortunately, it’s not a work matter, so I’ll give you a call on my way back. You must want to talk to your people and let them know what’s happening if you haven’t already.”
I finished the coffee, folded the paper, and stood.
“At the very least,” I added, “I have to go back into the office and report to Nobbin. I’m sure he’ll be impressed with the lack of progress.”
“Won’t you run into that other fellow, what’s his name?”
“Severin?”
“Him, yes.”
“I don’t think so. His name will probably be very high on the ‘we’d like to talk to you’ list if he shows his face. Anyway, I’ve got your number.”
I deliberately waved the phone where she could see it, and the implication she could probably use it to track my movements. That might have been the case if there was a sim card in it, and it was similar to the phone she last saw me with.
It was not.
Where I was going, no one was going to follow me or find me.
Pro Tip: Bring a camera—every corner of Schönbrunn is a postcard waiting to be snapped.
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 