Britain's Eurovision dreams have been dashed again. No great surprise that Bonnie Tyler's song came 19th out of 26. That won't have caused a total eclipse of the national heart.
What do you make of the latest pressure group, Leave Our Kids Alone, which wrote to The Daily Telegraph calling to ban ads aimed at children under 11 years old?
Oh dear. When suggestions such as this are so manifestly well-intentioned, you voice your reservations at personal risk. It seems difficult...
23 May 2013
| by Caroline Grayson
Every week, the O2 account team starts with a vow to steer clear of the VCCP biscuit cupboard in favour of the fruit bowl.
23 May 2013
| by Russell Davies
The first agency I worked in, there were no computers. And now there are planning directors who don't remember a working life without iPhones.
23 May 2013
| by David Abraham
I meet my colleague Dan Brooke at Horseferry Road at 9am and then cycle to Newhaven as part of our training for a charity ride to Paris next month.
Peter Bogdanovich tells a story, recently cited in The New Yorker, about receiving a phone call from Cary Grant. The actor chastises his protégé for banging on about his relationship with Cybill Shepherd.
This week, a CEO confided in me: "It's weird how both 'advertising' and 'PR' have become limited, old-fashioned and dirty words." And to this we could add "direct" and "billings" - all terms that have dominated the pages of this title for decades.
As exercises in cynical media manipulation go, the announcement that Channel 4 had organised a long-term tie-up with Cancer Research UK seemed to be among the most brazen.
Advertising agency sets up a PR arm. Hardly a new phenomenon. In recent years, Karmarama created Kaper and the gaffers of Golden Square added M C Saatchi PR to their Talk PR spin-off. But what makes Beattie McGuinness Bungay s creation of Seven Dials so intriguing is the personnel involved. The consultancy,...
Campaign s front page last week carried the following dispiriting phrase: "triggered by staff changes in the procurement team at Mercedes headquarters in Stuttgart, Germany".
A fragment calculated to dim the joy in even that zaniest of toothsome cheesters, Alan Carr.
It conjures images of forced...