Another "I love my job" moment. Three hours ago, I was stomping around a cold wet woodland (don't ask) killing time til a depth interview started.
Fast forward to 4:39pm and I'm back at my desk, there's a creative review going on in the sofas next to us and I look up to see Phil Adams sitting there in black tie...
In the frenzied excitement of being holiday bound a few weeks back, I sloppily claimed credit for a website promoting Alcohol Awareness week.
In actual fact, we produced the campaign materials but a very fine agency called Whitespace designed and built the site. Sorry, Emma.
I hope you've all chosen your challenge...
And it's only a washing gel.
You can read about it in glorious detail here.
I wonder what they do for a headline in places where they don't have an rrrrrr in the place name.
And they still don't seem to have their website up and running although it's now (not a minute too soon) nicely search engine optimised.
All in all, very disappointing.
There's a 48 sheet up in Edinburgh at the moment. Headline is as above. And it refers you to a website: coldisthenewhot.com or co.uk. So I placidly tried to check it out and nothing.
Good tease.
I think I preferred the Times campaign.
This (courtesy of David Watson) is a beautiful little ad that we put together not so long ago for a Northen Irish helpline. Enjoy.
Feeding my obsession about graffiti, check out this funny little story.
I was very excited to read about the first ever electronic magazine cover, trailed a while back by Esquire to celebrate their 75th anniversary.
I haven't sought this for myself in the shops yet (if it's even available in this country - could just be an american gimmick, sorry brilliant technological advance) but from this youtube clip, it looks to be a bit of a sad anti-climax. Disappointing.
I'm off on holiday next week. I've been carefully not drinking alcohol all week in preparation. (Tiny steps towards a healthier me...)
I shall leave you with this to entertain you in my absence. (We did it. It's pretty cool. Cactus Kid eat your heart out.)
I saw a great run of ads last night while half-watching TV (my denial way of pretending I'm doing something else while actually slyly watching all the ads if not the programmes).
There's a lovely new ad from Mcdonalds as part of their persistent 'aren't we friendly, natural and good for you, honest?' campaign. But my favourite was the angry sausage who ends up snatching up a portion of his own flesh to guzzle down in the midst of his fury. Taking cannibalism to a whole new level. Hannibal Lector would be proud.
I've given up on the summer. It's crisp and blue skied for now but it'll be stormy again in an hour.
In the meantime however, is there any better breakfast on a crisp blue skied and brisk morning than cornflakes with ice-cold milk..?
You have to take pleasure in the little things in this rainy land.