The sooner I realise that I am not to be trusted in professional company when the St. Joseph has been flowing for a couple of hours, the better.
On Friday Old Friend In Advertising, Account Manager That I Have Changed My Mind About, Distractingly Breasted TV Producer, Common Sense Creative and Silent But Approachable Creative were in the pub. It was all amicable and friendly and fun, and then someone started talking about how Planning and Creative should work together…
Maybe it was the fact that Champagne had entered the equation. Maybe it was the fact that I had been at work for 15 hours by this stage, but Roger came out to play, and took control of the session. I can’t imagine where it went, but I do remember a lot of people being placatory and calling me “Mate” (which I can’t stand: dogs mate, not me), so I must have been going fairly postal…
Anyway, my encounter with the above-mentioned on Monday was marked by a new level of interest and collaborative zeal – so either I actually made some sort of sense, or I threatened the use of weapons to make my strategic point more pointedly…
