Well, dear Foxy fans, have you been wondering where I’ve been? Have you even noticed? Thing is, due to the gender pay gap at this place, you may recall I toiled away for free for months last year, so I simply decided to take some time off instead…
Not that I have exactly been inundated with emails asking if I am still alive, but hey, I have heard from the people who count – yep, you know who you are – and thanks for your support, it means a lot.
And it’s not as if I haven’t been working either, I have barely had time for my feet to touch the ground let alone get my ear down there, what with my child-minding duties and my continued hard graft for McContent & Design (remember them?). I also have a new role as a consultant to Mike Cavers’ latest venture – Brochunter – which, contrary to popular opinion, doesn’t include the sale of his McDonald’s Happy Meal toy collection gathered from his time at The Marketing Store….
Mind you, not that I should be worried. The adland, er, bible Campaign ditched its, er, award-winning diary section in June last year after a reprise that lasted just a few months and no-one seems to have batted an eyelid. The only funny thing about Marketing Week is how serious they take it all and, as for The Drum, well, they seem to be too busy writing about themselves – and their 200 awards programmes – to even bother. How long before we get the Drum Drum Awards?
The only place which is still attempting – and I use the term loosely – to raise a smile is 1970s throwback Laughter Spot on The Marketing Blog, although it seems this has less to do with marketing than even my musings.
In fact, given that you can get “unlimited coverage for your success stories for only £74 per month” on the site, I am wondering whether this section has not been taken over by the Wheeltappers and Shunters Social Club…
And I quote: I was sat in front of the TV watching the horse racing and my horse came in first at 10/1. As I was celebrating, my wife walked in the room crying her eyes out.
“What’s the matter?” I asked. She replied “My mother has just had a heart attack and been pronounced dead.” I grabbed my coat and ran out the front door when she yelled “Where are you going? “To the shops to put the lottery on, they say luck comes in 3s!”
Whatever next? Irishman walks into a pub? Yep, you guessed it, that’s on there too. I just wonder what their gender pay gap is?
