The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

That’s easy. Emah.

Its Jill’s !

Bad luck Niko.

Good guess but Andy doesn’t have lunchboxes – he has lunch wardrobes.

Given you’re an Aussie Lauren, wouldn’t you be doing the stealing rather than be the victim? 🙂

Do I look like the sort of sad bastard who’d have a Hello Kitty lunchbox? Hmmmmn, don’t answer that.

No it is not Angus, but as I’m pleased to see you on here again, I’ll let you off and wish you a toptastic New Year with a Blackberry Pearl somewhere near in your future 🙂

Good point Marcus but given you’ve already had your ‘go’ you shouldn’t give hints/tips to others. Then again you already have George’s book so maybe you’re just being kind.

Even if you’re wrong 🙂

So come on Dodds … stop being Walter Matthau and have a guess!

Dear Lauren …

http://robcampbell.wordpress.com/2007/10/06/get-your-shit-stars-off-our-flag/

🙂

Good call Mr M … but Billy is more likely to try and get a date with ‘Hello Kitty’ than eat out of her box.

Ahem.

In that case you can change the name of your blog to IMADEMARKETINGHISTORY.BLOGSPOT.COM

It’s George’s of course…and if he shares his name with his wife, that would be George Bryant’s.

I can see why you would say that Freddie – given he’s a Dad of 3 – but you’re wrong because that lunchbox isn’t goldplated with a fucking “I LOVE RB” sticker on it.

Of course Rob, how stupid of me to think it wouldn’t have that.

John, you’re right insofar that I think it would have made for a really good present for Jemma.

And besides, when you get the finest food imported fresh from all around the World delivered directly to your mouth whenever and wherever you don’t need a bloody lunchbox.

Not that I’m jealous. Well, not as much as Lee. Ha

Strictly speaking it belongs to Sanrio; the owners of the Hello Kitty brand but you don’t need to give me anything (do you ever?) I’d only use the book to push down George’s throat.

I’m supposed to see you soon aren’t I Robert?

And yes you are … and if you pay for a nice lunch, I’ll spill the beans on who was behind the ‘Gay Marketing Alliance’ legend. Maybe.

No.

And if you really want me to go into the specifics of transferable copyright then we can discuss the precedents over grub next week 🙂

Busy day then Campbell.

It should be – but in time honoured Campbell fashion, I’m procrastinating.

[See John, I do listen to you sometimes!]

Errrrrm, and what’s your point exactly?

Lauren?

YAY for a bored fucking shitless Angus!!!!

Thanks!

You just missed your chance for an upgrade from Lee there Angus …

Mind you he’s in a ‘mood’!

Mood or not, I’d like one Rob/Lee. T’is a horrible shock when one goes from work trips to cattle class.

Macus, entertain me!

I appreciated as much as I’m sure he appreciated mine – especially as I am a card-carrying member of a particular flying club.

Can I just say that I actually like this blog thing. It’s like we’re all recharged and stupid again, ha!

And don’t talk to me about upgrades – I’m a pawn in Branson’s game – however Lee. Well Lee is a Bishop.

Must admit, don’t know how much influence Virgin will have on upgrading you on Qantas but at least they’re not as bad as they once were. Oh hang on, I’m talking about Business Class – interms of Economy there as shit as ever.

But at least they don’t crash.

But then statistically speaking, doesn’t that make them the most likely to next have a major incident?

[Ignore that Angus, it’s a private joke with Lee … a private joke that got me a swift kick up the arse by their lawyers a few years ago!]

5 pages of riveting and insightful entertainment spread out into 200 mindnubming pages.

[That’s a joke George … we’re in stupidhour can’t you tell? Besides, I’m going to up your sales by one tomorrow ANNNNNND I’m giving your book is billed as the ‘TOP PRIZE’]

Of course they do Angus – they have beef or chicken!

Hoping the zoom function on Frith’s phone is crap.

Best comment EVER John!!!! Fucking brilliant.

Ew.

fuck i love this blog!!

I’m only here because I don’t want to write my Walkman paper.

And the best comment ever is the one he wrote on Angus’ blog about the Herringbone ad from M&C.

That is gold.

Only 3 hour 30 minutes left Angus.

Don’t I know it John. They just bought out prawns, which, on the surface seems nice, but even the slightest chance that I might vomit from here to the UK is enough to make me avoid them. In this hour.

Fred once got Bali Belly on a plane trip from [surprise, surprise] Bali to Sweden.

It wasn’t his finest hour. But it made me laugh – and it’s all about the humour.

It’s a skill, don’t you know.

So’s synchronised swimming but it’s still not popular

Yeah – come on Campbell. It’s boring now. Who does it belong to?

Fuck off John.

I slept my way to second place.

Hey Angus, Mr Dodds has just told me you go to bed ridiculously early. Why … and how would he know? Don’t you know he’s committed to Emah?

No Lauren, it means I vigouressly thrusted myself to B grade.

Jesus, you just made me vomit up those prawns Rob.

I really wish I hadn’t written that.

And funnily enough Angus, that’s the same reason I only ended up as the second most influential blog in Asia.

Though based on today, it’s currently 57th.

And tomorrow – with my serious post – it’ll go up to 29th but no one will bother to make a comment.

Hahaha!

The way this post is going its more like blundered 😉

Feeling the pressure for seriousness then Campbell?

I’m only too happy when that happens.

Rob, huh, you ended up as the second most influential blog because you stalked someone like John does?

I miss George!

Is that your new strategy John – stalk married men instead of innocent young ladies?

Desperate times call for desperate measures eh!

Night …

John the gooseberry stalker!

Happy new year you beautiful and slightly mad people. Big hugs and kisses.

My guess is Paris Hilton because it’s the sort of thing that bitch would love and no one said it had to be someone we knew personally.

And to those who don’t know me, I’m not blonde, I’m a smart and sassy so no naughty comments because you’ve been sucked in with your suggestions. 🙂

Dearest Billy, you’d listen to every word I say wouldn’t you? Jemma x

…when you winning.