• Since this is blog from a Northerner, living in the North, I thought it might be worth looking at things from perspective for a change. If it's relevant to where you work, then great (I suspect it might).

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    Let's roll back to the so called golden age of advertising first – the late 70's and 1980's. Agencies got to make lots of big expensive advertising campaigns, lots of TV lots of glossy print lovely. This was true outside of London…some big names, big campaigns lots of telly out here too. It must have been brilliant. Agencies got away with murder, clients were still getting used to emotional brand communication, you could talk to loads of people at once on ITV and make people buy stuff just by entertaining them.

    But then got a bit sticky, clients got wise to the flashy sell and lovely lunches and began demanding proof of return on investment. They wanted accountability and ad agencies got found out. They saw their place at the top table at become less secure. London agencies held on, but regional agencies saw only the very best, the very rigorous hold on to significant ad spend.

    So they diversified. They became very good at DM, design and other stuff – they got good at being integrated because they had no choice.

    Then along came digital. It turned the industry up side down. Up sprang the digital specialists. They spouted jargon in a manner much worse than any ad exec, they were technically brilliant, but no one really knew what they did, perhaps not even them. They made things look very pretty, they even managed to appear accountable with instant, real time measurement….and yet……..

    …we come to the present day. Old fashioned agencies are getting okay at digital too, they have no choice. But they two advantages over digital specialists, based on my experience anyway.

    Firstly, they know where different media and tactics fit in to the overall picture. They're good at integrating things together in a way that all but the best London shops are not. Digital agencies are good at digital. Digital is the the answer no matter what the question.

    Secondly, they don't have planners, or people that can think strategically. Some of the most technically brilliant digital practitioners I've met (technically) don't know WHY they're making stuff, they don't care too much about matching experience to consumer needs, they don't go through the rigour of role for communications. In short, they don't do planning, if you're lucky, they do tactics. They don't own the brand conversation.

    In the recent past, this didn't matter, the jargon and technical advancement glossed over this. But like ad agencies in the 90's and beyond, everyone's getting wise. Soon, they're going to have to be accountable, and then they're in trouble.

    Many creative agencies don't do artwork, most outside of London don't have a TV department. Clients have become good at taking some thinking, concepts or whatever and getting made direct, or even in house. The making isn't that hard once we all get the basic principles. It's the thinking and creativity that's hard.

    I wonder if, like creative agencies, their will be a bit of cull, a lot of consolidation and a big bubble bursting as digital agencies learn to be accountable. I think that means they need planners (amongst other things) people that don't have to know how stuff gets made in minute detail, but they know how to find out what it's for and what it needs to do.

    When I was suit, I used to have know lots about print, I needed to know what grading in TV was, now I don't, just as I don't need to know what Ruby on Rails actually is. Making stuff well matters, but I suggest knowing why you're making and measuring it's success matters even more.

  • So it's five weeks since young Will was born. It was rollercoaster at the beginning, but things are sort of settling down. So it's probably the right time for a self indulgent post about what it feels like to be a new Dad. Some people seemed interested anyway.

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    I'm not going to start talking about him, I'm going to start talking about me, it will make sense in a bit I hope. ….

    I'm not the kind of person who gets affected by things, massive changes, shocks, all that…I don't know why but I just seem to take in my stride. There's never much hoo-hah, I just seem to get used to things really quickly. This is a useful way to be when things go wrong, but can be pretty annoying when things go really right, I just don't get massively giddy.

    That said, I think I'm a man of passions, when I love something, I really love something. Tea means more than life itself, cooking, swimming, Saturdays on the bike, Mrs Northern. I reckon if I love you you're pretty lucky because I love you completely and utterly. A passionate man who doesn't get very up or down…how odd. Like most human beings, I guess you could say I'm an amorphous mass of contradictions.

    The first point I'd like to make in relation to this is that I have no real connection with the belief that you're never ready to have your first child. I feel like I've taken it in my stride. And you need to – there's a lot of change, lots to get used to.

    There's the change to the fabric of every single day. Sleep is no longer taken for granted, you learn to do itt in chunks rather than one long stretch. Luxuries like the gymn, exercise, watching a DVD, reading a  book or spending hours cooking become rarer, more precious and, consequently, more appreciated.

    Your relationship with the mother changes in ways you didn't expect. Quality time together becomes rarer, but that means the simplest conversations, about how your day went and stuff become that more precious and I think that brings you closer together in all sorts of ways. It also means you have to work hard to stay as a unit that can operate alongside the bigger 'three of you family unit' but that just heightens how it feels to be with someone.

    Then there's the change to how you feel about yourself. Just like that, your sense of who you are just changes. When I look into his little face and see my own own eyes looking back I feel a sense of unconditional love I've never had before. 

    At once you understand how your father feels/felt about you, you understand him more, and you regret not feeling as grateful or hurting him at the points you inevitably have. Makes you want to pick up the phone and just say, "Hi Dad, how's it going?".

    It's a humbling feeling when that wrench of emotion comes for the first time. You know that in a way you never felt before, it will never be just you anymore, even more so than when you got married. And it's painful to not see the little boy when you have to go to work in a way that even the most ardent beginning of a love affair doesn't match. But unlike amorous love, I get the sense that this intensity won't fade into something deeper and more meaningful, it will stay white hot but get enriched with memories.

    I know that he'll hurt me, I know he'll drive me mad as a teenager, and probably before that. But none of that will matter. I'll still feel the same way. That makes me feel very vulnerable, knowing he has the capacity to break my heart in the way no one else could.

    Yes, that's a lot of change to how you feel about yourself, suddenly you feel at once grown up and younger than ever before. Grown up for obvious reasons, young because you haven't a clue what you are doing.

    So that's a lot to get your head around. For me, this has been natural. It's all very intense, changing you and your life in way nothing else has, but I already find myself taking in my stride and getting on with it (despite being the cliche proud Dad bringing the pictures into work).

    But holding him, only a portion of thoughts are about the present. Much more is about the future. About all the fun we're going to have….the diving off rocks, swimming in the sea, playing tennis, washing cars together, cooking together.

    Then there's all the things I want to teach him and talk to him about. He's lovely right now, I look forward to seeing him grown up and discover what kind of a man he will be.

    Then I realise, I want so many things for him, but I really want all those things for me. And that's not good. I want him to be himself, to do the things he wants, find out what he like, do what he's good at and be happy with that. I want him to be do things for him, not for me. I'll have to be careful their.

    Finally, there's a saying (think it's Oscar Wilde), at first children love their parents, then judge them – sometime they forgive them. I know at some point he'll think I'm an old duffer without a clue. It's axiomatic. But it makes me realise – I've grown up wanting my parents to be proud of me, now my wife. But I want HIM to be proud too. Not to 'look up to me' or any of that rubbish. Just to look at me one day and think, I'm glad I'm your son Dad, I love you'. Above all, I'll always talk to him, listen to him and share – I never want us not to talk and not to be able to say what I really mean.

    These are the things I'm thinking about five weeks into being a new Dad.

    (and I can't be bothered to spell check etc all that, take it as you've found it)

  • For all those who think the internet it a bad thing I give you penciltalk.org. A whole corner of the web for pencil lovers. You would never have thought there was so much to do with the humble pencil, but there you go.

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    Thanks to the internet, it doesn't matter what your passion, is, or how obscure, you can find like minded to share it with. There's a place for everyone.

    I've always believed people should have somewhere in life to express what they love and what they're good at, to defy the conventions that seem to celebrate the twist of fate that you get payed millions to be good at football, or gain immediate social currency by loving it, while a tiddlywinks world champion doesn't even get, well buttons (and try confessing at a party your hobby is tiddlywinks).  

  • I wrote this a while back for something or other. Thought it was worth sharing. I don't pretend to understand the mysteries of the better sex, but I thought these were OK thoughts for people (men) in my predicament….

    "David Ogilvy would have been a great ad man on any era. Sure, the pipe and braces might not have gone down as well today, his views on avoiding humour at all costs seem out of place these days, but let's not forget what he thought about women.

    "The consumer isn't a moron; she is your wife. You insult her intelligence if you assume that a mere slogan and a few vapid adjectives will persuade her to buy anything." Even back in the heyday of the ‘Mad Men’, he knew that brands underestimated women at their peril, today that's never been more important. Paying due attention to women does not signify a return to a seventies feminist doctrine or a mere sense of 'fairness' - it just makes business sense.

     

    In the UK, a woman's disposable income has shot up by 50% in the last 20 years; today they’ll make 80% of all buying decisions while in twenty years time, they’ll be the main earner in a quarter of households and account for over half of UK millionaires, according to the Future Foundation. But it’s just not about share of the purse strings, it’s about influence too.

    The performance consultancy Catalyst found that companies with more women in senior management earn their companies a higher return on their equity. They’re increasingly climbing the corporate ladder as the economy continues to shift towards knowledge based services and creativity. The future currency will be one of collaboration, communication, teamwork and democratisation. These are all female traits that are associated with the 'right brain', as opposed to the male 'left brain', which is more skilled at logic, systems and hard data.

     

    The future is definitely female, but a shift in targeting will not be enough, there’s a need to examine and possibly change long held assumptions about how marketing is supposed to work. If we’re going to capitalise on the emergence of the financially empowered, influential women of today and tomorrow, we’re going to have to find a new ‘act’, that’s based on how women think, and behave.

     

    The last 50 to 100 years of marketing and brand building was mostly built by blokes. Methodologies have been codified; conventional wisdom has been institutionalized, leading to a bunch of well ingrained habits. This is OK. This has gotten us somewhere, it’s created some interesting and useful things, not to mention some great brands, but peel back the layers of brand awareness, brand onions and such and you tend to find that most brands are built on, and for, the way men think, not women. Mostly, it’s about USP’s, objects and ‘benefits’ –  all that ‘left brained’ stuff men do so well.

     

    Engaging with women properly will require brands using the ‘left side’ of their brain too. That means more ‘feelings, people, relationships and what things do’; not just ‘action, objects, self-interest and how things work’. That’s got implications for marketing, branding, the communications job, media and even NPD.

     

    Brands that want a bigger share of the future will have to get really good at their relationship with women, which will mean approaching all sorts of marketing and brand questions in a different way. David Ogilvy wasn’t right about everything but he was more right about women than he realised."

     

  • There's a few very good books, the odd telly program (like this) but nothing that grips you in the visceral way it should.

    There's nothing more amazing, weird and jaw dropping than science when it's presented right.

    For example, everything you see is mostly empty space, if you removed the empty space in every single human being, the entire human race could fit into a sugar cube.

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     I wish someone would make a popular science program that brought stuff like this to life.

  • Just a thought. Probably not earth shattering.

    I'm a fan of transmedia planning, and both loving some of the case studies coming out at the moment and hating how hard it us to get dinosaurs to think this way.

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    Anyway……while you're thinking about targeting groups and starting conversations, I believe it's worth thinking about brands as collections of people rather than 'a person'. A community of shared interests perhaps?

  • Sorry to be boring, a Dad post again. Cannot resist…

    1. You love his Mum more, even you thought that wasn't possible. Something about seeing them together…..

    2. You understand your own father a little more.

    3. Out of what you have time for, you get really good at editing what is a luxury and what is necessary and prioritise accordingly.

    4. Out of those luxuries, you re-realise what you REALLY enjoy and what filled the time. For example, my Saturday my bike ride is essential. The Thick of It is essential. Reading the Guardian from cover to cover is not.

    5. Talking to women becomes easy – just talk about the baby.

    6. You are re-aqauainted with being so tired you can sleep through VERY loud noise (like the maxiumum volume on the alarm).

    7. Work becomes both less and more important. Less because it's just making transient stuff that doesn't change the world. More because it pays for nappies.

    8. You look at the the things you've done/not done and regret/celebrate accordingly, in full knowledge there will be little chance to do again/for the first time for quite a while.

    9. Mum calls more.

    10. It's better.

  • Speaking of cadence, (see above and below depending on how you're reading this) with a new baby, the only cadence is that there isn't one. After extended parental leave, I can report that my boy is is beautiful, fit and healthy and I hate being away from him.

    I can also report that this blog won't be passing into the realms of the undead just yet. Little and often my well be the way forward…..

  • When you're a serious athlete you live a life of no half measures. Every training session is flat out (until you're tapering down for competition), there is no challenge, no pain or suffering that has not been addressed by the time the big day comes.

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    That was my life for a while, and it was appropriate for then. But that kind of approach is not sustainable when you start to live life as an ordinary mortal. I still train pretty hard..and more often than is strictly normal, but different.

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    And I think that difference is all about cadence and rhythm. Proper athletes build up a terrifying momentum, day in, day out, giving it all. It really hurts at first, and then you hit a groove. The pain doesn't go away, but it becomes manageable, joyful in many ways. The momentum is there, you're on your way, and once the cadence is there, on you go. That's why injury is such a problem, it's not just missing on precious training time, it's having to find your rhythm again.

    There's a different rhythm to training for ordinary mortals. At least for me – I can't work to utter exhaustion day in-day out anymore. If that happens, it's so much harder the next day. What seems to work is still working extremely hard, joy in effort, in pain…all that. But now I keep something back. There's an art in going very far, but not too far. That little bit left is kept in reserve for next time, and then the time after that and so on. And a new rhythm emerges.

    I think there is something in this for all sorts of things. Especially working in an agency. Let's face it, while it's not coal mining or nursing, it's not the easiest of jobs. We work long hours and we work hard. You find your own way of navigating this – mine tends to be coming in extremely early and leaving relatively reasonably. But on top that, working flat out just leaves you with burnout, and doing bad work.

    So once again, push yourself, don't be happy with alright or good enough, enjoy the late night pitch buzz. We're all this because we like ideas, we like the colour, we enjoy a bit if stress. But every day, just try and leave a little bit in reserve. Build up your rhythm, know each night when you leave you have just a little bit left. It puts you in good stead when you have to pull one of those all nighters and, in the end, you'll be better at your job.

  • Being a Yorkshireman it can be uneasy reconciling working in Manchester, we're a little past the War of the Roses, but there is always that sliver of tension. If you live down South, you might not understand –  it's just 'Oop North', but to us, well, we don't get along.

    Truth be told though, I love Manchester. It has so much that my beloved Leeds doesn't. More grandeur, more heritage, more history…more.

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    Despite developing into a thoroughly modern city, a lifetime away from the place represented in 'Life on Mars', it's beating heart remains the same. A fiery pride that borders on arrogance, balanced by an upbeat, irreverent, almost cheeky spirit – unflappable in the face if whatever life wants to throw at it.

    There's an amazing brew that marries all the history and heritage with a very progressive, modern and, forgive me me for the overused word, 'cool'.

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    Here we're looking at the Northern Quarter, a vast, sprawling collection of independent bars, places to eat, shops and flats you won't find anywhere except for Shoreditch or Camden or bits of Soho. Bit this is Manchester, so there's non of the self awareness or trying too hard. It just is. It's also wonderfully seedy.

    And here's the thing I don't understand about Manchester. It has so much to be proud of, yet mostly what we hear is the football and the all the bands (most who are now a little like Oasis The Stone Roses or the Charlatans). Don't misunderstand me,  New Order and Joy Division are as good as it gets, while no one has a deeper or more abiding passion for The Smiths than I, but there's so much more to be proud of.

    There's the birth of the feminism, the cradle of The Co-operative movement, the inspiration for Marxism, Shelagh Delaney, The Guardian and that's just for starters.

    I'd like Manchester to show a face to the outside world that a little more than Corrie, the football teams and bands with floppy haircuts and funny walks (much as I'd like Yorkshire to revel in its 'Ayup, like what we say, say what we bloody like' character a little less).