There was one point, during the fag-end of the 80s, when Yuppie business talk fused into day-to-day conversations. You couldn’t discuss football, DIY or washing up liquid adverts without someone wanting you to ‘seize the day’. Not that I held any strong opinions about DIY. Worse, if you had a job working for an international chemical company and were greeted each morning with the Managing Director shouting:
“Carpe diem, Dave! Carpe diem!”

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