Well, I do love a four-day weekend, don’t you? Mind you, come Wednesday morning I was cursing ‘Her Maj’ for giving me the hangover from hell – 96 hours of boozing takes its toll when you get to my age…
Anyway, with Cannes Lions fast approaching I am now back in Blighty gearing up for the launch of the summer, my agency Bone Idol, although I’ve had to deal with some rather disgruntled people following last week’s missive.
Not only is Marc Nohr gunning for me, but the person who sent that email I published is threatening to sue me for invading his privacy.
Now, call me old fashioned, but maybe he should have thought about that before he sent his accusations of drug addiction to the whole agency. See you in court, buster…
And even our esteemed editor has had to deal with a certain French-owned agency who it seems are “quite upset” that he would “run something (several things!) so inflammatory”. As my old boss used to say: “go and tell someone who gives a toss.”
Luckily, I have no such problems with the press and in particular have got an excellent relationship with industry, er, bible, Campaign.
I’ve already secured a front page extravaganza for the launch of my agency, even though I did have to buy Claire Beale a new pair of £500 sunglasses as she’s worn her others out wearing them in the office.
However, they appear to have been working so hard on my ‘splash’ that they haven’t even been able to publish a magazine this week, nor have they put any stories online. And there was me thinking there was a recession on…
Ah well, I guess they must be far too busy sorting out their Cannes wardrobes and making sure all is neatly trimmed downstairs or something…and that’s just my old chums Ian Darby and Jeremy Lee.
Talking of busy, I’ve got to dash. I’m getting Mark Fiddes to design the invite for my launch party – well, he did the wedding invites for someone on Campaign last year – and I’ve got to catch him before he jets off to the South of France. Have a good weekend!
