I’m writing this from the lovely Philippines – or, more precisely, Manila.
The last time I was here, I found out the man I was sat next to on the plane was a Nottingham Forest fan [he was also a very senior officer at the HK Police] … a bomb exploded at one of the Embassy’s … I got taken to one of the weirdest places I’ve ever seen and – a few weeks later – a friend of mine got kidnapped for a week.
And I was only there for the day!
This time I’m here for a bit longer so I hope it will be a bit less dramatic because I’d like to have a good meeting, see some friends, enjoy the richness of the culture and the compassion of the people, re-experience the madness of the city at full speed and reacquaint myself with the countries creativity which – in my opinion – is some of the best for insight and emotion across the region.
Anyway, I digress.
How unusual eh!
So what is this rant going to be about and what has it got to do with that picture at the top of this post?
Well it’s this:
First it was Lucille Ball … then it was authors … and now it’s London Underground signs.
I wonder when modern adland will start saying stuff that’s as concise, interesting and insightful rather than the proprietary tool bollocks so many of us seem so keen to spout. Or the state-the-fucking-obvious diatribes like ‘Mum’s love their kids’. Or ‘global human truths’ which are anything but.
Two weeks ago I was so positive in my Monday morning post. I knew it couldn’t last.