Busty spills all on vanishing Bob

You know, sometimes, just sometimes, it’s nice to sit back and look on a job well done and give yourself a pat on the back. And that’s exactly how I’m feeling this week having secured a nice pay rise from my esteemed editor.
Never let it be said that he is a grumpy, truculent old bastard, who drinks far too much and then gets even more arsey. Today, I have nothing but love for old McKelvey.
And, you know what, he’s even letting me go off on holiday in the company car; never under-estimate the power of a Busty Bonus, girls. Of course, there aren’t many advantages of having a male boss, but sometimes, just sometimes, it can be useful.
Over at Royal Mail, however, they have to suck up to their boss in a different way. But, no matter how hard they try, they won’t be going on holiday in a company car after the two Audis and the Jaguar they used to be able to call on were flogged off. These days they have to jump on those big red things with a wheel on each corner to get from A to B in London. Ah, the price of modernisation, hey guys.
Talking of Her Majesty’s postal service, a little bird tells me Robert “the ego has landed” Senior – adland’s finest Don Draper wannabe – has had another girly hissy fit about that marvellous MarketReach campaign (you know the one, it’s been running on this august website and is the reason why I’ve just been given a pay rise).
Anyway, according to my deep-throat, in the latest phase of the campaign due to launch next month, Bobby has refused to have his, er, gorgeous face included in the mailpacks…
So the online work will have him, but in the mailings Mr Charming, Persuasive and Motivating will be replaced by a looky-likey (Ok, I made that bit up, apparently George Clooney wasn’t available).
Quite why he is so sniffy about direct mail is beyond me, to be honest. After all, doesn’t he preside over Saatchi X – home to shelf-wobblers, gondola ends and the Bogof crew?

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