Long before I was Paul Stanley's lovechild (don't tell my Ma), Mr Simmons was the reason Kiss appealed to me as a kid. Yeah - I know, tell millions of other kids from the same era about it. It's only recently though - the last five years or so - that I've really started paying attention to some of the things he's been saying with regards to business. I plucked the following from the jaws of death (otherwise known as the Daily Mail) this morning. I think that whatever you do in life, there is plenty of wisdom to be had in this: ‘You want to see my office?’ he asks.

He rolls up his jeans and whips a black leather Filofax out of his left tan and cream cowboy boot. ‘Here it is. Here’s my credit cards, here’s my addresses here’s my diary. That’s all I need.’

He points at my handbag. ‘And that is your biggest enemy. You don’t have a clue what’s in there. It’s a cesspool, and frankly it’s not a good business model.’

But I like my bag, I tell him. ‘I’m sure you do. But if you lose it then you’re screwed. We depend on our stuff too much and we still have our umbilical cord attached to whatever life support system we think we need. I’m self-contained wherever I go.’

He tells me a fable to underline his point. ‘Here’s a story. There’s a big white hunter and he goes deep into the forest with his laser guns and GPS and rifles. He gets a local to help him, a naked pygmy with a blowpipe.

‘A day into the hunt they’re miles from the village, everything stops working, and the white guy is flipping out. He looks at the pygmy and says “we’re lost”. And the pygmy just falls down laughing and says, “you mean the village is lost. We’re not lost, we’re here”.

‘The point being that the pygmy has got everything he needs to survive. He’s completely self-contained. And that’s who you need to be. Don’t be the big white hunter. Be the naked pygmy. I’m the naked pygmy.’

The full interview is here. For the Daily Mail, it's even reasonably good...