OK, I appreciate the last couple of days of posts have been long and self indulgent, so I thought I’d reward you with one that’s more concise and takes the piss out of me like you used to take the piss out of me. When I let you comment on here, haha.
So a few weeks ago, I saw a photo on a Facebook group I’m in that’s connected to an old agency I worked at.
Under the photo was this comment by the ‘star’ of the photo about the guy in the corner.
“I recognise him but can’t remember his name – a planner I think.”
This was the photo …
Immediately, I knew who they were referring to, because that bloke with the serial killer stare is me.
FUCKING HELL.
Look at the state of me.
I look like the sort of person who should be appearing in a ‘Police most wanted’ TV show rather than an ad agency party.
And why do my fingers look like they are a bad AI version of fingers? OK, I know they’re wrapped around a glass but what the fuck?!
My hair looks like a bad Chopper Read and my 5 o’clock shadow looks like it’s 8 o’clock.
Or more specifically, the Eric Band version of Chopper.
In fact the only bright side is that as questionable as I look now, I look less dodgy than I did around 30 years ago.
I know that’s not much, but it’s all I’ve got which begs the question, why aren’t skincare companies targeting ad agency people for their products – or at the very least, using us as people to demonstrate the ‘before/after’ efficacy of their product – because if anybody can prove its powers, it’s us.