The other day I was talking to a good mate of mine about
popular misapprehensions about coaching.
“Let’s face it”, Annie, he said; “not all professions are
created equal. Some of the less
publicly acceptable ones include: tax inspector, funeral director,
proctologist, bailiff and, nestling in there among them lies your own
professional label, ‘coach’.”
“Thanks for sharing that, John”, I replied.
“You’re welcome”, he said, grinning that demonic grin of
his. “I hate to tell you this” – trust
me, he didn’t, he was loving it – “These days even hydrotherapists (aka
colonic irrigationists) and call girls are better regarded, thanks to Billy
Piper.” (John is a big fan of
Billy Piper.)
Ever the ‘contrarian’, John continued: