It must have been trying. There you are, days away from the press
launch of a public affairs campaign for a major client and your own
office fouls up by sending the key research findings to the minister a
full four days ahead of D-Day.
So you’re stuck making endless telephone calls, trying to rescue the
impact of the rather expensive campaign by getting those damn papers
But at least no one will ever know. Or at least they wouldn’t have done
if those dozen or so calls hadn’t been made on a mobile phone in a first
class carriage of Monday’s 16.18pm Wakefield to London.
And, of course, if the chairman of another large PR agency, Angela
Heylin, of Charles Barker, hadn’t been within easy earshot.
Charitably naming no names, Heylin says he-of-the-sticky-situation
seemed unperturbed by the fact that he was broadcasting his client’s
confidential and sensitive information to fellow travellers.
’I was attempting to do some work,’ Heylin tells me. ’But it was very
difficult because it was so riveting. I think he thought he was in his
office with the door shut.’
And the moral of the story? As Heylin says: ’You never know who you are
sitting next to, even on the 16.18pm from Wakefield.’