I was bothered at the Sun failing to cover the IPCC report. Then the other night I asked some car buyers, within the Sun’s demographic, about driving issues. No surprise that congestion was number one, but emmisions came second. But not a single one gave a fig about global warming – what mattered was ‘unfair taxes’. No wonder.
Reminds me about the dangers of assuming everyone thinks like you, and how difficult our environmental problems really are.
I worked on a pitch late last year where we did absolutely nothing wrong apart from asking a fair price for our work (Yorkhsire prices) and not being in London.
I’ve just seen the work they’re going with. With no trace of sour grapes, not a jot of bias, it’s dreadful, 100% wrong for the audience, the market and what the people we met stood for. My blood’s boiling when I think of what might have been. Not just the doing ‘great effective work to be proud of’ bit – more that I really liked them and wanted to see them do well. What a shame.
Lots to do next week. Stu’s letting me go to some casting session in Manchester (officially to have input on consistent tone, in reality, it’s half naked women in beds), back in Manchester for the Northern Planning Strong Coffee Evening next Thursday night.. and then London on Friday. With any luck, I’ll make a Russell Coffee Morning, meet Marcus (or Sacrum?) and anyone else who’s around (Carol)?
1990 (ish). My Dad has been wearing the same sweatshirt for pretty much every holiday for the last ten years. It mysteriously disappears. He suspects my Mum, spends months finding a replacement.
2003. My favourite hooded top is on it’s last legs. It’s seen me though most of university, London, Newcastle, and the return to Leeds. I am ‘persuaded’ to throw it away. Break ups with girls have been harder.
I can’t find it on the website, but there was a great article in the ‘Work’ section of Saturday’s Guardian about the stability of a great job. In short, we’re all told to have a life outside the office, but when you’re life’s in turmoil, you’re job can be a refuge from the chaos. Depends on the job of course, but if it’s the kind of job that allows you to lose yourself in what you do, it can help.
Thankfully I’m largely over the ‘what do I post about’ crisis, but my little one man department is struggling to do everything at the moment, so I’ll have to admit I’m human and just do what I can. Posting is one thing, not being able to comment on other people’s stuff is worse. So if you think I’m not watching you, I’m still reading, just not contributing.You know who you are.
Right, the next meeting of the Northern Planners is 15th March in Manchester, probably in the ‘Northern Quarter’ (fitting). We know it will be the evening, it may be boozing, but Simon is looking at other options. I’ll be there, but don’t let that put you off, since Famous Rob, JamesB, Gemma, Simon and other Love people, will be there too. Stu might be coming and Mr Furlong is a strong possibity too.
Any one else up for it? Doesn’t matter if you’re a planner, be nice to see you. We’ll update you on specifics closer to the date.
I think it’s the people and experiences that define places for us, and it’s amazing how little triggers can bring some of those experiences crashing back.One minute I was on the way to a meeting, then a saw this sign. Suddenly I was in my twenties again.
I was a student in Leicester, which seems an age ago, (Since I graduated in 1996 I suppose it is. What have I been doing for the last 11 years?) and a proud member of the swim team which passionately hated nearby Loughborough. In my final year, we had a ‘friendly’ at their pool – and we were lost in Loughborough when we found this very sign.
I had persuaded the men to shave their heads to mark the occasion. We looked looked very threatening and the psychological warfare proved so effective they utterly trounced us. Though few of us cared in the bar later on when the girls got interested in feeling our stubbly heads, leading to me finally resolving three years of sexual tension to and get off with a girl called Jennifer. I made an idiot of myself in front of her in the first year and had just never dared. Just shows – if you don’t ask you don’t know. Thank you Bic (and that’s why I’m not too bothered at being bald for real now).
As for Ashby…. I Worked in a Leicester nightclub to earn beer money and I met some great people -bouncers not included(if you’ve ever asked a creative to make the logo bigger you’ll understand what they’re like). It did include some people from Ashby who became close friends. Much of this I can’t really talk about, but seeing that sign brought all sorts of things flooding back, some great, some not so great, experiences that have made a great deal of difference to where I’ve ended up today, the sort of stuff that makes you grow up, whether you want it or not.
Funny how things you haven’t thought about for ages can suddenly leave you breathless, I guess it shows how important all that stuff in your subconscious really is.They say dreaming helps you sort out the day’s events into your memory banks – and if you don’t dream you go mad. No wonder.
…this is Melton Mowbray pork pie enjoyed in Melton Mowbray.
Beauty salons and hairdressers are social hubs. For many women they are a great place to socialise and escape the daily drudgery for an hour or so. For some women, is finding the right salon more about finding a confidante, maybe even some juicy gossip, as much as the ideal hairstyle. There’s something about that tension between an intimate environment and the distance from real life that makes it an ideal place to swap secrets.
It would be interesting to see how this could be tapped for, of course a chain’s communications, but also female orientated public information. Just thinking out loud………
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