Oooh… what’s that taste in my mouth?
It’s sweet (indeed, it’s almost honeyed) – and there isn’t even a hint of a bitter aftertaste to it. It’s wholesome, and good and very sustaining. Yes: that’s right – it’s the taste of vindication.
Turns out that one of the regional directors for Very Big Client is less than impressed with the team that Travesty of All Things Gay has lined up to succeed me, and has now asked for me to come back on the business as a consultant. But the best news is the little soundbite he used to describe Travesty of All Things Gay and his coven: “They bring politics, not ideas.”
Oh frabjous day! Calloo Callay!
Anyway: the upshot is that this is going to be communicated direct to my boss (as I have advised that I cannot get involved with the brand again unless it’s sanctioned by someone rather higher up the food chain than Travesty of All Things Gay) by Client: so I have some hope that this juicy, tasty morsel will be repeated again, verbatim. And at last, the world will know…
