18 Wed Mar 2026
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Martyn Rhisiart Jones
London, Wednesday 18th March 2026
In football, as in life, the true leader does not shout from the rooftops. He listens. He observes. He keeps the group close, like a family that quarrels but never breaks. I have always believed that leadership must be likeable, affable, cordial, and above all, emotional. The fashion for authoritarian ways has passed. What remains is the quiet work of hearts and minds.
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By Sir Afilonius Rex and Lila de Alba
With Special Collaboration by Martyn Rhisiart Jones
In the hallowed, wood-panelled corridors of the British Foreign Office at the turn of the 20th century, a decision was made that would set the stage for a century of blood and irony. It was the height of what Paul Kennedy termed “imperial overstretch,” though the architects of the British Empire were too intoxicated by their own cartographic arrogance to notice the fraying edges of their mantle. Today, as we survey the smoking ruins of Gaza and the paralysis of the West, we are witnessing the terminal phase of a geopolitical project conceived in colonial hubris, sustained by American strategic impotence, and shielded by a German guilt so profound it has curdled into a new form of irrationality.
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The GoodStrat Strategy Team, London Tuesday 17th March 2026
To neutralise the “industrial-scale rot” of global hiring, your vetting process must shift from a posture of trust but verify to one of hostile interrogation. The goal is to break the “proxy” (where a different person speaks or codes) and the “emulator” (where the candidate uses AI or pre-written scripts).
Here is a three-stage, “Zero-Trust” technical vetting framework.
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The GoodStrat Strategy Team, London Tuesday 17th March 2026
The digital gold rush has ended not in a utopia of global connectivity, but in a sprawling, multi-jurisdictional wasteland of institutionalised deception. As remote work dismantled the physical perimeter of the office, it simultaneously liquidated the last vestiges of vetting. We are currently witnessing the “Great Dilution”, an era where the global supply of IT talent is being systematically poisoned by industrial-scale charlatanry.
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Jersey Wetherspoon, New York, Monday 16th March 2026
Review of Bandoxa: A Celtic Journey by Martyn de Tours
There are travel books that catalogue places, and there are those rarer works that explore the geography of the mind. Bandoxa: A Celtic Journey belongs firmly to the latter tradition. It is a book that wanders across landscapes, languages, histories, and memories, with the reflective restlessness that has characterised the finest travel writing for more than two centuries.
From the opening pages, Martyn de Tours situates the reader not merely in a location but in an atmosphere: a mist-laden, half-imagined territory where Wales, Galicia, memory, and myth converge. The book begins with an invocation of place that feels less like orientation than enchantment. Bandoxa itself becomes a symbolic landscape, a mental territory as much as a geographical one, where rivers murmur stories and time moves in looping spirals rather than straight lines.
In this sense, the book sits comfortably within the lineage of travel literature shaped by writers who understood that journeying is rarely about distance alone. As the great Victorian traveller Robert Louis Stevenson once wrote, “To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.” De Tours takes that maxim seriously. His narrative does not rush toward conclusions; it lingers in digressions, anecdotes, and recollections, allowing the reader to wander alongside him through decades of experience.
What distinguishes Bandoxa most strikingly is its deeply Celtic sensibility. The Welsh imagination, melancholic, lyrical, and occasionally mischievous, permeates the text. Valleys echo with memory, viaducts become mythic structures, and robins carry messages from the departed.
De Tours writes of childhood in Caerphilly, of the vanished Walnut Tree Viaduct, of grandparents who seem to belong as much to folklore as to biography. The effect is reminiscent of the poetic geography found in the work of Jan Morris, who once observed that Wales is “a land of memory where past and present converse without embarrassment.”
Yet the author’s vision stretches beyond Wales. Galicia, Madrid, Mallorca, and the cities of Europe appear throughout the book like stations on an intellectual pilgrimage. These places are not merely destinations; they are chapters in a life shaped by curiosity, music, politics, language, and the restless search for meaning.
Travel writing has always been closely allied with memoir, but in Bandoxa the two forms fuse completely. The author moves freely between past and present, between childhood recollection and philosophical reflection.
This fluid treatment of time evokes the tradition of reflective travel literature pioneered by writers such as Patrick Leigh Fermor, whose own journeys across Europe blended scholarship, humour, and personal history. Leigh Fermor famously remarked that “travel is a part of education,” and de Tours’ narrative offers precisely that: a lifelong education conducted across landscapes both literal and intellectual.
School projects about Welsh rebellion, environmental catastrophe, and Soviet history become turning points in the author’s intellectual development. A conversation about religion unfolds between a rabbi, a priest, and an imam. A memory of a band rehearsal turns into a meditation on the roads not taken. These digressions might appear eccentric in another writer’s hands; here, they feel integral to the spirit of wandering inquiry that defines the book.
The most pleasurable travel books often feel like conversations with earlier travellers, and Bandoxa participates enthusiastically in that tradition. One hears faint echoes of Bruce Chatwin, whose belief that “the journey, not the arrival, matters” shaped modern travel writing.
Like Chatwin, de Tours is fascinated by the stories embedded in landscapes: abandoned bars in rural Galicia, long-demolished Welsh viaducts, forgotten libraries, and railway stations of memory. Each becomes a narrative doorway into history or philosophy.
At times, the book also recalls the humane curiosity of Freya Stark, who insisted that travel should enlarge sympathy rather than merely accumulate experiences. De Tours shares this instinct. His reflections on politics, religion, and culture are often impassioned, yet they remain grounded in an underlying faith in dialogue and humanity.
For all its lyricism, Bandoxa is not solemn. The author’s wit, sometimes gentle, sometimes sharply satirical, runs throughout the book.
There are comic passages about tsundoku (the art of buying books faster than one reads them), affectionate recollections of obscure rock bands, and surreal imagined interviews with rabbis and musicians. These moments of humour prevent the book from drifting too far into nostalgia; they keep it lively, unpredictable, and deeply human.
The structure reflects this spirit of digression. Chapters vary wildly in tone and length, from lyrical reveries to theatrical dialogues. The result resembles what the author himself calls a “memory salad”: an assortment of stories and reflections tossed together with deliberate disorder.
Ultimately, Bandoxa is less about where the author travels than about how a life is shaped by places. Wales provides the emotional foundation; Spain offers sunlight and distance; Europe supplies the broader stage upon which history and politics unfold.
The book reminds us that travel writing, at its best, is not merely descriptive but reflective. As Paul Theroux once observed, “Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.” De Tours writes precisely from that retrospective vantage point, revisiting the landscapes that formed him and finding new meanings in their shadows.
What lingers after the final page is not a neat narrative but a mood: reflective, wandering, tinged with Celtic melancholy yet warmed by humour and affection.
Bandoxa: A Celtic Journey may resist easy categorisation; it is memoir, travelogue, philosophical notebook, and cultural meditation all at once, but that resistance is part of its charm. Like the landscapes it describes, the book invites the reader not simply to observe but to linger, to listen, and perhaps to wander a little further than expected.
In an era of hurried travel and algorithmic itineraries, Martyn de Tours offers something rarer: the slow journey of a mind moving through memory, history, and place.
And as every great traveller knows, those are often the journeys that last the longest.
THE END
16 Mon Mar 2026
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Brenda Pinkerton-Wesley, San Francisco, Monday 16th March 2026
Bandoxa: A Celtic Journey by Martyn de Tours
To delve deeper into the idiosyncratic architecture of Bandoxa is to engage with what the New Yorker might call a “cartography of the soul,” or what the TLS might more dryly label a “monograph on the instability of the self.” Martyn de Tours has not simply written a book; he has curated a museum of his own obsolescence and subsequent rebirth. It is a work that demands we look at the “thresholds” of our own lives with the same squint-eyed suspicion one might reserve for a suspicious character in a Berlin train station.
In the mid-section of the book, de Tours explores his “Project Years,” a period that reads like the dossier of a field agent who has spent too much time in the cold. There is a weary, cynical elegance to his descriptions of “Three Tales of Fire, Water, and Stone.” When he speaks of the “Sea That Screamed” in Minamata or the “Frozen Colossus” of Russia, he isn’t just recounting history; he is reporting from the front lines of a moral collapse.
As John le Carré famously wrote in The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, “Intelligence work is just self-pity, if you’re not careful.” De Tours avoids this trap by pivoting toward the “anarchic humour” of the absurd. He treats his own career, his “shouting at printers” and navigating the “logic layers” of corporate reality, as a series of botched operations. He is the spy who realises that the “enemy” is not a foreign power, but the “synthetic transcendence” of a world that has forgotten how to breathe. He seeks a “quiet centre,” a place where the “still, small voice” of the Celtic fringe can finally be heard above the din of the digital age.
The humour in Bandoxa is profoundly British; specifically, it is the humour of the “Bright Young Thing” grown old and wise, yet no less mischievous. There is a scene involving “grifting cats” and the “unruly” nature of Galician livestock that feels ripped from the pages of Scoop or Brideshead Revisited. De Tours possesses that Evelyn Waugh-like ability to find the divine in the ridiculous.
Waugh once noted that “To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.” For de Tours, this wisdom is extended to the landscape itself. His love for the “slate-colored skies” of Wales and the “unreasonably green” hills of Galicia is a romantic attachment that borders on the theological. He is a man who finds “wicked” joy in the fact that life is “well-worn into shape,” acknowledging that the “destination” is usually just a car park, but the journey, the “narrative”, is where the sanctity lies.
Paul Theroux once remarked that “the person who stays at home and writes about his travels is a liar.” De Tours is no liar, but he is a master of displacement. He writes from his “little Canadian cabin,” looking back at Wales and Spain with the detached clarity of a man who has finally stepped off the treadmill. This distance allows him to see the “Walnut Tree Viaduct” of his youth not just as a piece of engineering, but as a bridge to a “preordained destiny.”
His travel is internal as much as external. He wanders into “Bandoxa” as one might wander into a dream, without a map, but with a keen sense of “ritual.” He understands that to truly see a place, one must be willing to become “invisible” within it. He rejects the “carpet-baggers” of modern tourism in favour of the “mossy truths” found by the River Mendo. His prose reflects this; it is meandering, tidal, and occasionally “completely bonkers,” refusing to adhere to the straight lines of a traditional travelogue.
Perhaps the most striking element of Bandoxa is its underlying Gothic current. There is a sense of the “monstrous” in the way de Tours describes the “transitioning” of his own identity. He is a creator who has assembled himself from the “memory salad” of different eras, different countries, and different versions of his own name.
Mary Shelley’s Victor Frankenstein claimed, “I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body.” De Tours has spent a lifetime infusing life into the “inanimate” data of his existence. He treats his past, the “breath and coal dust” of 1956, as the raw material for a “time-machine.” He warns us that “the page itself fears what might be conjured,” suggesting that writing one’s life is an act of dangerous necromancy. He is not just telling a story; he is “raving against the dying of the light,” a Dylan Thomas-inspired defiance that gives the book its heart.
In the end, Bandoxa is an “absolutely fabulous” achievement because it refuses to be useful. It is not a “how-to” guide for the corporate soul, nor is it a checklist for the aspirational traveller. Instead, it is a masterclass in being.
It is a book that occupies the “Grand Central of Everything,” where the “ritual” of a violin sighing in the firelight is given the same weight as the “Agendas” of global sustainability. De Tours reminds us that we are all “keepers of coins” and “watchers of skies,” caught in a “non-linear labyrinth” of our own making.
For the reader of the FT Weekend, it provides a necessary antidote to the rigours of the “logic layer.” For the New Yorker devotee, it offers a stylish, neurotic, and deeply human portrait of a life lived “out of focus.” And for the TLS scholar, it remains a tantalising puzzle of “myth and fact.”Martyn de Tours has reached the “last few chapters” and found that they are the ones where things finally “make sense” precisely because they have gone “completely bonkers.” It is a “wicked” conclusion to a “joyful, dreadful, and utterly confusing” journey. Diolch yn fawr, indeed. We are all the better for having shared the porch of that Canadian cabin, if only for a few hundred pages.
THE END
16 Mon Mar 2026
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Vanessa Bell-Brighton, Madrid, Monday 16th March 2026
Bandoxa: A Celtic Journey by Martyn de Tours
In the misty interstices where memory meets myth, Martyn de Tours’s Bandoxa: A Celtic Journey emerges as a beguiling memoir, a tapestry woven from the threads of Welsh valleys, Spanish sierras, and the capricious whims of a life lived with irreverent gusto. Published in 2025, this self-designed volume, complete with a front cover image by the author himself, defies the staid conventions of autobiography, opting instead for a rollicking, shape-shifting narrative that flits between the personal and the poetic, the absurd and the profound. De Tours, a polymathic wanderer whose email address (martyn.de.tours@martyn.es) hints at a life straddling strategy consulting and soul-searching, invites us into his “cabin above the River Mendo” in Galicia’s Oza-Cesuras, where goats hold grudges and skies perform like temperamental bards. It is a book that, in its anarchic charm, recalls Virginia Woolf’s insistence in A Room of One’s Own that “fiction here is likely to contain more truth than fact”, though de Tours’s truths are marinated in humour, history, and a dash of hallucinatory flair.
From the outset, de Tours signals his intent to subvert expectations. The introduction, “Bandoxa: A Life Lived, Remembered, and Reimagined,” paints a “vibrant mosaic of reflections” that encompasses “revolutionary Welsh princes, poisoned oceans, a grifting cat, angry school projects, the ghost of Segovia, and a fair amount of very questionable weather.” This is no linear chronicle; rather, it is a “memory salad,” as one chapter title aptly puts it, tossed with vignettes that leap from childhood in Caerffili, where dragons “still wink at toddlers”, to sun-drenched escapades in Mallorca and Madrid. De Tours’s prose pirouettes through time, geography, and genre: one moment, we’re amid the surrealism of an “Imaginary Bandoxa Bar,” where patrons debate Yeats over pints; the next, we’re dissecting the cultural DNA of his grandfather, whom he dubs “Grampa Jorge,” insisting with mock-forensic zeal that the man’s love of sauce and crusty bread proves his Spanish origins. “He would wipe the pattern off the plate, given half a chance,” de Tours writes. “Just how Spanish is that?”
Such passages brim with the wit that Oscar Wilde might have admired, for as Wilde quipped in The Importance of Being Earnest, “I can resist everything except temptation”, and de Tours tempts us relentlessly with his digressions, turning memoir into a feast of intellectual mischief. His chapters on school projects, for instance, transform adolescent assignments into mini-epics: “Owain Glyndŵr – The Dreaming Prince of the Hills” becomes a meditation on Welsh rebellion, while “The Sea That Screamed: Minamata and the Poisoned World” channels ecological outrage with a fervor that echoes Somerset Maugham’s keen eye for human folly in Of Human Bondage, where he observed that “people ask you for criticism, but they only want praise.” De Tours, however, balances praise with self-deprecating barbs, admitting his youthful anger as a “fire that burned without direction,” teaching him that “projects weren’t just homework; they were portals.”
The book’s Celtic heart pulses most strongly in its fusion of Welsh and Galician identities, a theme that resonates with Antonia Fraser’s historical acuity in works like The Warrior Queens, where she explores the indomitable spirit of figures such as Boudica. De Tours mirrors this by invoking Noson Galan Gaeaf, Wales’s precursor to Halloween, with its bonfires and gender-swapping revelries, drawing parallels to Mexico’s Day of the Dead and lamenting the Church’s co-optation in 609 AD. “People believe that their departed loved ones return to spend time with the living,” he notes, infusing the ritual with a poignant longing that bridges cultures. This cross-pollination extends to his Spanish sojourns: from mastering flamenco under “Maestro Andrés Segovia” to navigating love in Majadahonda, where “the warmth of humanity” shines through even in “times of COVID-19.” De Tours’s Mallorca interludes, ten in total, each a jewel of sensory detail, evoke sunlit terraces and “terrible weather” alike, underscoring a migrant soul’s quest for belonging. As Woolf might say, in To the Lighthouse, “What is the meaning of life? … A simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.” De Tours strikes such matches repeatedly, illuminating the mundane with epiphanic glee.
Yet Bandoxa is no mere travelogue; it is a sly critique of modernity’s absurdities, laced with political asides that skewer “suckered by politicians” and anti-intellectualism in “Damn Intellectuals!” Here, de Tours channels Maugham’s sardonic gaze, quoting Twain’s quip that “the trouble ain’t that there are too many fools, but that the lightning ain’t distributed right,” while imagining a dialogue among “three of virtual realities’ most astute jesters” on ignorance as a “national sport.” His humour, often anarchic, think a “grifting cat” or “monkey business” in rural Galicia, serves as a bulwark against despair, much like Wilde’s epigrams that mask deeper truths. “Life has only two news bulletins before it all fades to adverts,” de Tours muses in his closing chapter, “Until Another Day,” a valediction that blends Dylan Thomas’s rage against the dying light with a cheeky punchline: “What is the meaning of life? 1956! Wicked.”
What elevates Bandoxa to brilliance is its stylistic audacity, a Woolfian stream of consciousness punctuated by lists, asides, and surreal flourishes that recall the New Yorker’s penchant for narrative depth amid whimsy. De Tours’s voice is confiding, conspiratorial, urging us not to be “disappointed” by the tale’s elusiveness: “There is too much to say and too little permitted to be said.” This restraint, paradoxically, amplifies the intimacy, making readers complicit in his “wandering into Bandoxa,” where fears dissipate like mist and joy kneels “beside you like a childhood friend.” Fraser’s biographical empathy finds echo in de Tours’s tender portraits of Grampa’s football boots, of lost loves, of a “love of my life” amid Edinburgh festivals, revealing a man who, like Maugham’s protagonists, grapples with identity’s fluidity.
In an era of polished, ghostwritten memoirs, Bandoxa stands as a refreshingly handmade artefact, its imperfections, occasional repetitions, and meandering pace endearing rather than detracting. It is a book for those who savour the FT Weekend’s cultural digressions, offering insights into Brexit-era migrations, the solace of food (“a spellbook”), and the redemptive power of music, from Genesis to flamenco. De Tours’s praise for “the ultimate sports drink” (horchata, presumably) and his railing against “damn intellectuals” who mock the clever form a multifaceted prism, refracting life’s chaos into something luminous.
Ultimately, Bandoxa is a triumph of the human spirit, a Celtic odyssey that, in Wilde’s words, reminds us that “to live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” De Tours lives vividly, inviting us to join his parade of memories, myths, and mirth. Read it, then read it again, different every time, as promised. A gem of a memoir, brimming with insight and irreverence.
THE END
16 Mon Mar 2026
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Angelica Bush, Madrid, Monday 16th March 2026
The Architecture of Insight: A Masterclass in the Corporate Built Environment
In the grand, sweeping narrative of global commerce, we have long obsessed over the movement of capital and the flux of labour. Yet, we have been curiously blind to the very stage upon which this drama unfolds: the corporate estate. In his magisterial new work, Building Insight: Data, Information and Advanced Analytics in Corporate Real Estate, Martyn Jones, a “whisperer of unruly data” with a pedigree that reads like a Cold War thriller, seeks to rectify this oversight.
Jones does not merely write about buildings; he writes about the architecture of information. For too long, Corporate Real Estate Management (CREM) has been the “insular, withdrawn, and conservative” sibling of the C-suite, left to its own devices in a fog of unaligned metadata and legacy spreadsheets. Jones shatters this complacency, arguing that in an era of hybrid work and radical transparency, the corporate estate must transition from a passive cost centre to a high-octane engine of strategic value.
The brilliance of Building Insight lies in its refusal to treat real estate as a mere matter of bricks and mortar. Jones posits a “Triple Helix” of mastery required for the modern practitioner:
Jones provides a comprehensive taxonomy of the “eighteen variations” of real estate management, but his focus remains resolutely on the Integrated Workplace Management System (IWMS) and the “Grand Central of Everything”, the data governance frameworks that prevent our invisible digital buildings from collapsing.
The book’s appendices are a masterclass in themselves, offering a “basket full of cases” and innovative performance measures that move beyond the crude metrics of the past. He challenges the “miracle that curiosity survives formal education” by urging a constant, restless questioning of the status quo.
Martyn Jones has written a book that is, like the author himself, “a leek in a paella”, something that adds a necessary, sharp flavour to a complex dish. Building Insight is more than a manual; it is a manifesto for the “whisperers” who must now lead. For any leader who suspects that their most expensive asset, their physical footprint, is being managed by “carpet-baggers” rather than strategists, this is the essential map for the journey ahead.
It is a work of authority, innovation, and, above all, profound clarity. In the “still, small voice” of the schema, Jones has found the firm’s future.
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15 Sun Mar 2026
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Francesca Fraser, Sunday Madrid 15th March 2026
Review: Building Insight: Data, Information and Advanced Analytics in Corporate Real Estate, by Martyn Jones
In the quiet corners of corporate life, far from the glamour of mergers, the drama of markets, or the mythology of founders, lies a function that quietly consumes billions: corporate real estate. Offices, campuses, warehouses, data centres, and laboratories. They are the stage sets on which modern organisations perform. Yet the management of this built world has often been treated as a back-office craft rather than a strategic discipline.
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Gemma Esmerelda Jones, Sunday Madrid 15th March 2026
Building Insight: Data, Information and Advanced Analytics in Corporate Real Estate
In an era where corporate real estate management (CREM) is no longer a mere back-office function but a strategic lever for sustainability, efficiency and value creation, Martyn Jones’s Building Insight arrives as a timely manifesto. Drawing on decades of experience advising blue-chip firms from Adidas to Xerox, Jones, a Welshman based in Spain with a flair for data architecture, argues that CREM’s future lies in harnessing data, information and advanced analytics. This is not a dry textbook on property spreadsheets; rather, it is a thoughtful exploration of how insight can transform bricks-and-mortar decisions into competitive advantages. At a compact yet comprehensive length, the book bridges the gap between CREM practitioners and the broader C-suite, echoing the analytical rigour of industry journals while infusing a personal, almost anthropological lens on the field.
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