I was at yet another wedding this weekind and missed a chance to go walking with the The Fools on the Hill. I’ll make sure I go next time, and not just to get a free ‘I pity the fool’ mug.

Disturbing picture of a giant baby, courtesy of the Guardian.

.. is that you lose your vanity. Last Thursday I forgot to pack a t-shirt for the gymn and ended up training in the one I was wearing. I ended up a cross between an extra from  Chariots of Fire and a reject from a 1970’s  PE class.

Just found out that we lost that pitch because we were small. Apparently, we were at least as good as the big European agencies , but we lost out because we weren’t part of a big European network. We’ll still get some tactical work though, and wait for the dinosuars to cock up. Being optimistic,…

Don’t be fooled by the ‘House of Pain’ pose, if you haven’t got a Stu, find one quick. A Stu is: 1. A copywriter who can’t spell. 2. Someone who you can learn from if you haven’t been formally trained. 2. A sounding board for anything you need a chat about. 3. Someone to throw…

I really want to love this great creative work. It earns attention, it’s interesting and it manages to not be urban spam. Before I do though I need to know two things: 1. That they’re targeting people who haven’t got to the point where the mortage, kids, debt and stuff mean that the nature of…

Carol made a magnificentcomment on a Russell Davies post about the effect blogging is having on mainstream media. Proving her point, there was roleplay on Radio 4 the other night that went something like this: "Did you have a nice day dear?" "Take a look at my blog, it’s all there" "But you’re here! We…

This is silly. For the love of God, will someone give Rob Mortimer a planning job! If you haven’t seen his blog by now, then shame on you, although you’ll have seen his comments enriching other blogs with useful stuff (he’s generous too). Hire him now, espescially if your outside Yorkshire, before he exposes my…

I hate the Weetabix ads showing me other ways to eat it (although I’m sure it’s perfect for fad dieting women), but it did remind how great Weetabix is, on it’s own with milk. Also, tea isn’t tea unless it’s made in a pot.

I like the drive to work since it’s a bit of ‘me’ time and the only place I’m allowed to play obscure Prince CD’s. On the other hand, I do miss all that reading I used to do on the train. The coffee is still rubbish though.