Hey there, I’m back on your screen, a bit smudged under the eyes. Did you have a good week?
I took a call late last Tuesday from a lovely man whom we shall call Nick, who, it turns out in a small world moment, has a son in the same school house as my teen eating machine. He’s pitching for a big gig next week, Nick that is, not the eating machine, and needed some witty copy for his pitch campaign, alongside a rather more serious review of his pitch document; which is at least two styles of language wrangling in one job.
So I told him to go somewhere else. No, I did not, don’t be silly I dusted off my creative chops and spent the remainder of the last week bunkered up in a little office with two of the most fun people I’ve worked with in a while. They introduced me to this. Watch it and do not laugh, please. I was slow to this party, it’s been around a while.
There’s only so much British irreverence you can trot out in a day. Sorry Scots, the Shetland Islands where, because the clip features Shetland ponies one would assume the filming took place, are still part of Britain at least until the next referendum.
Did you keep up with that last paragraph? A few too many fragemented pieces for correctness but I know you can keep up with my fragmented brain.
Anyway, my own transition from banking and finance executive in a suit to being a ‘creative’ in ripped jeans while chair dancing to moonwalking ponies is exercising parts of my brain I’d forgotten I had, and in a good way. I now enjoy amnesiac joy over previously disturbing trivia, invoke vivid dreams about exotic places and gorgeous men, and am so much happier.
So talking of gorgeous men, it’s just as well I have The Raw, that will be Rory my husband, doing the sensible thing and taking the nation’s banks to task for us next with his acerbic analysis following his rather excellent piece on oil last week. Which is here in case you missed it.
He’s back next week having started to build quite the cult following.
That’s all I have time for today folks, one day I will get myself organised and write stuff in advance, but we’re not there yet.
Meanwhile, enjoy the rest of your weekend won’t you? I’m off to have huff and puff through Northbridge in my running shoes before the evening wine, and our Netflix session. So much to watch and so little time.
Thanks for being here, I do appreciate you.