Spare A Thought For All The Poor, Little Foreigners Who Will Spend Today Looking On The Majesty Of England – In ALL Her Pomp & Ceremony Glory – And Wishing They Too, Were Members Of Her Majesty’s People.
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April 29, 2011, 6:27 am
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Courtesy of another of my wife’s handmade masterpieces, here’s to the happy couple.
And here’s to all the envious jolly foreigners. Especially the frogs.
Enjoy, especially as it will all end in bitter tears within 3 years, Possibly.
[Obviously I mean the royal marriage, not the cake or the tango ad … we all know they definitely have a much earlier ‘best before’ date]
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Before going on to infamy and misfortune in advertising in London, I grew up in a little town in the middle of Ireland named Birr. Home to Birr Castle, where Lord Parsons lived (also home in the 19th century to the world’s largest telescope – now restored). Lady Parsons was mother to Anthony Armstrong Jones. Princess Margaret and young Jones visited Birr, where we all turned out to gape at the Royal Phenomenon. The next Sunday our lining the route to Birr Castle was roundly castigated from the pulpit of the local Catholic Church by the parish priest.
Comment by Ciaran McCabe April 29, 2011 @ 6:46 amFast forward to London and advertising where said Armstrong-Jones did some amazing work for us.
I don’t remember what happened to the parish priest.
A post that contains your wife’s and your best work. Except Jill didn’t require a team of talented people to make her look good or talented. Excellent work.
Comment by George April 29, 2011 @ 7:12 amNice of you to also step into Andy’s role George. Bastard.
Comment by Rob April 29, 2011 @ 9:09 amAnd you don’t have to waste your breath saying ‘truth hurts’ … I can see you saying it in my mind already.
Comment by Rob April 29, 2011 @ 9:09 amThe BCT (official name) script is still one of the best bits of writing I’ve read in advertising, closely followed by that W+K Chrysler superbowl ad.
Comment by George April 29, 2011 @ 7:16 amIt’s not what you say, it’s how you say it and when it is well written, long copy can feel like the snappiest, most memorable headline.
People aren’t against long copy, they’re against boring long copy.
Comment by Pete April 29, 2011 @ 7:53 amYep. Absolutely.
Comment by Rob April 29, 2011 @ 9:11 amWhere’s Andy when I need him. I couldn’t care less about the person for whom the designation your Mom objects to is most appropriate,, I’m just respecting young Jones and his contribution to both commercial photography and pretty honorable behavior. Ciaran
Comment by Ciaran McCabe April 29, 2011 @ 7:38 amI don’t know if yoda Andy went on holiday for his birthday or to get away from the fucking royal wedding farce but I’m here to help and as his deputy I give you the official Andy “fuck yeah”. But I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Comment by Billy Whizz April 29, 2011 @ 7:45 amI have to say I do miss Andy’s presence around here. It’s almost too nice on here these days.
Comment by Pete April 29, 2011 @ 7:55 amUnlike you, Jill doesn’t rehash her ideas or her successes, she creates new ones. Something to think about Rob.
Comment by Billy Whizz April 29, 2011 @ 7:47 amNow you’re really getting into the role Billy, well done … Andy will be very proud.
Comment by Rob April 29, 2011 @ 9:11 amGenius.
(I mean the cake and the ad, the wedding is a happy event but I don’t really have much interest in it. Apologies queen.)
Comment by Pete April 29, 2011 @ 7:54 amThe ad that kept Rob employable when all common sense said he should be thrown to the dogs and never allowed to marry such a talented and beautiful woman.
Comment by DH April 29, 2011 @ 7:56 amAnd all he did was make the tea. Some guys get all the luck.
Comment by Billy Whizz April 29, 2011 @ 8:21 amBut it was fucking good tea.
PS: I also am one of the guys running down the hill in the final scene, so can I say I am an international star?
Comment by Rob April 29, 2011 @ 9:07 amAre you the the last one down the hill puffing and panting like a bulldog on a hot day?
Comment by Billy Whizz April 29, 2011 @ 10:06 amNice of you to step in, but I “don’t know what I’m talking about” right in the middle of one of the greatest re-brandings of a dying placebo. You don’t have to keep too close a watch on the death throes, they are pretty intrusive.
Comment by Ciaran McCabe April 29, 2011 @ 8:59 amI never thought I’d do this – but I have to defend Billy because even I am not quite sure what you’re talking about. But then I’m a planner – so I don’t understand common sense. Apparently.
Comment by Rob April 29, 2011 @ 9:08 amI expect to read Jill’s name in the new year honours list. Fabulous.
Comment by Lee Hill April 29, 2011 @ 12:30 pmaustralia’s perception of your stuffy royals has been reaffirmed by the quashing of a satirical broadcast of the wedding by clarence house. poor charles and will are concerned about the poor colonials thinking badly of them.
ps. the w+k royal window at hanbury st is the greatest thing in ages.
Comment by lauren April 29, 2011 @ 1:49 pmWe gave you flushing toilets and some manners and you still take the piss? You buggers don’t know you’re born.
Comment by Rob April 29, 2011 @ 3:40 pmyou also gave us alcoholism, salination and a terrible accent. we’ve cut you a lot of slack thus far.
Comment by lauren April 30, 2011 @ 1:24 amYes, but you subjected me to almost a decade of Tracy Grimshaw and Ray Martin and there’s nothing that can beat that for evil pain infliction.
Comment by Rob April 30, 2011 @ 6:43 pmI’m sensing a need for a post about whether or not agencies have a moral responsibility not to encourage/amplify dubious behavioural characteristics.
Comment by John April 29, 2011 @ 9:15 pm