One year ago I lost my team. A team that had built an ambitious project in record time with limited resources and unending reserves of wit, humour, intelligence and perseverance.
I learnt more about management and building a product from those frantic, stressful, delightful, intense, rewarding, frustrating few months I spent working with Alex, Alastair, Denise, Hannah, Rina, Sid, Tom and Vivianne and Ranjan than in all the years I spent at the FT prior.
Those months taught me about design, development, pricing, customer relations, corporate politics, HR, tax laws around the world, media, publishing, the power and value of imagination, hiring, firing, internal and external communications, the absolute imperative of honesty and transparency and good faith in dealing with your team and your colleagues, human nature, and - of course - failure.
I learnt never to take loyalty - Darcy, Garcia, McDermott - for granted, because there are colleagues who will happily leak the news that your project was getting shut down before you even had a chance to brief your team. I learnt that people you've never met or worked with will defend and fight for you while others who you helped and supported will grinfuck and undermine you at every turn.
I learnt that what matters most at the end is the enduring friendships.
Tilt is dead. Long live the Tilt alumni.