Spooner on…how to attract young talent to the industry
Polymath, world-renowned chicken-breeder, lacrosse-captain, Gaelic-dancer, Lord McKelvey is many things, but one thing he is not is patient: “Spooner, you…
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Spooner on…the harrowing demise of direct marketing
“Bangtails! BANGTAILS! The Johnson Box! THE JOHNSON BOX!!! Self-mailers! Call-to-action! CTA! CTA! Coupon! Coupon! Coupon! It’s the ******* cash-register! Make…
Spooner on…how to bring back trust in advertising
“Hither cur!” The familiar words bring me instantly to heel, quivering with anticipation, at the side of Lord Charlie McKelvey,…
Spooner on…what’s in store for us in the year ahead?
Scurvy. That’s what 2019 probably has in store for us. SCURVY. Given that most of the UK’s fresh fruit and…
Spooner on…this year’s Klorinated Kristmas Krackers
Ah! Xmas! The filthy, numbed, cracked and swollen fingers from harvesting hundreds of thousands of sprouts in the frosty fields…
Spooner on…so farewell then Tod Norman, one of a kind
“Change has never in history happened as fast as it is happening today; and it will never happen this slowly…
Spooner on…the early retirement of Sir Martin Sorrell
It is with great trepidation, a fluttering heart and trembling knees that I mount the huge curving staircase that leads…
Spooner on…where have all the old creatives gone?
Onward I trudge this bitter morning, knee-deep in the thick snow, stumbling, flailing, striving onward onward towards the cruelly-early-morning locomotive…
Bah humbug Spooner on… this year’s Christmas ads
The rain is lashing against the windows like a punishment here at Montpelier Heights, the classy, new, cosmopolitan nerve-centre of…
Spooner on…Cannes, the Croisette and awards fatigue
The Gutter Bar, 4am. My Laird, Charlie McKelvey and I are both sporting kilts in the McKelvey tartan (as a…