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An Uncomfortable Truth …

That image is quite the devastating, destructive viewpoint isn’t it?

And I hate it because sadly – the vast majority of people who act like this – look like me.

Male.
White.
Privileged.
On the wrong side of 40.

Now there’s a big difference between looking the part and being the part – and I hope-to-fuck I only fall into the former category – but I have seen more than a few people develop increasingly arrogant, self-righteous, binary viewpoints in a bid to convince themselves they’re still important while trying to directly appeal to others in similar situations as them, so they can feel they’re still relevant.

I should point out this post is not about the people I discussed yesterday, it’s actually about Karl Stefanovic … the the ex-presenter of Australia’s Channel 9 breakfast show who, like many older, privileged, white men like Russell Brand and Elon Musk, has seen the commercial advantages of becoming a right-wing, racist, sexist prick.

That said, it we’re being honest, this sort of behaviour isn’t exactly foreign to a lot of people in our industry – especially when I recently saw a TikTok of a female influencer who had attended Cannes and said she had been constantly propositioned by men to ‘go up to their hotel room’ within minutes of meeting them.

I have been trying to find it again but can’t – so if anyone has seen it, can you please send it to me – but that aside …

What the fuck?

Seriously, what the fuck?

I know the ad industry – and Cannes – has a reputation for some less than savory behaviour but this shit??

Fuck off! Get a life! Stop thinking you have superiority that allows you to do whatever you want, free from accountability.

We talk about AI ruining our industry, but these fuckers are doing a much better job of it.

And what’s the betting many of them have daughters …

Actually, what’s the betting many would want to kill any man who said such things to their daughters?

Which is why maybe one of the best things the industry can do for our future is to elevate character to the same level as creativity … even though – as a friend of mine said recently – that would mean all the holding companies would lose their C-Suite overnight.

Allegedly, haha.

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A Picture May Be Able To Say 1000 Words, But A Well Written Article Can Shoot 10,000 Bullets …

Once upon a time, newspapers were dismissed as ‘tomorrow’s chip shop’ packaging.

Many would consider themselves fortunate to be described in such a way today.

Most people either see them as outdated, irrelevant or simply the play thing of the rich and powerful.

And while many are increasingly relying on ‘click bait’ headlines to drive any sort of reach and impact – occasionally, you read something where you just want to clap at the brilliance of the writing.

During the World Cup, I saw such a piece – of which the image above, is part of it.

It revolves around the ex-USA footballer and pundit Alexi Lalas and as character assassination pieces go … this is top tier, pro-hitman standard by The Guardian.

They’re not wrong either …

Though I couldn’t help think it could also be a description of 73.6% of the tech/consultant/holding company attendees at Cannes.

The people who speak with unshakable, absolute certainty, despite having never actually done anything of note.

Nothing.

And yet, that doesn’t stop them judging, passing-comment or undermining whatever anyone else does. Or thinks.

Or worse …

Claiming their approach is revolutionary when it isn’t, especially when you see the drivel that comes out the other end.

A perfect example of how gusto and blind confidence is destroying our industry by people who evaluate success by profit, not work.

Of course money is important but as someone once told me, “anyone can make money, but its what others experience and remember because of it that reveals whether you’re full of shit or not”.

There’s a lot of shit out there right now.

In very senior positions.

So here’s hoping it’s not just The Guardian who pierce the flimsy steel bravado shell of these big talking peddlers in the future.

Not because hate is good … but we won’t create the conditions for good to thrive again unless we start calling out and fighting for what is right.

You can read the rest of the article here.

Happy bloody Monday, hahaha.

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Don’t Let Us Become MTV …

I appreciate this week has had a lot of pissed off posts about our industry.

Or should I say, pissed off posts about the small group of people who manage to fuck our industry up in big ways.

Well, as its the last day of week, I thought I may as well finish it with one final rant.

I should point out none of this is because I hate our industry … far from it.

If truth be told, while there are many things that annoy me about it, I love it.

The creativity.
The possibility.
The imagination.

Advertising has provided me with a life I could never have dreamed of.

That’s not some vacuous statement, I mean it. It has provided me – and still provides me – with experiences, opportunities and people who have shaped, enhanced and educated almost every part of my life. I consider it a huge privilege.

And here’s the thing, I want others to have that too … because not only is it filled with incredible talent and creativity that can make a huge difference to what we can do, achieve and create for culture, colleagues and companies all around the world, but the more we provide those opportunities, the more our industry will be a beacon for greater talent, creativity and success.

Now, I appreciate for this to happen, everyone in my position needs to help make this happen … but by the same token, it should not just be down to individuals, but the industry as a whole. And frankly, for all the claims – I’m not sure if that is the case.

On one level I get it …

Times are tough and companies need to look after themselves, but with a blinkered focus on the present, we not only betray what we tell our clients to value, we create an industry full of interchangeable, generic companies and approaches … which is the fastest way to leave us far behind.

Which leads me to the point of this post and the choice of that image at the top of this post …

Remember when people used to say “I remember when MTV was about music?”

Let’s be honest, they weren’t wrong.

And while it took its time, MTV’s focus on the short term – regardless what it led them to do or become in the quest for cash, ratings or delusional importance – resulted in them no longer existing.

And why?

Because they had refused to acknowledge they were becoming the beast they were born to slay so eventually it reached a point where even the most blinkered company exec had to accept they were no longer relevant, interesting or culturally compelling.

Didn’t have to be that way, but they chose to stick their head in the sand rather than accept what they were complicit in creating.

And why am I saying this?

Because I remember when Cannes was about creativity and advertising.

Just saying.

Have a good weekend … hahaha.

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What A Load Of Crap …

I met someone recently who said they bet I spent my money on crap.

To be fair to them, our conversation had probably led them to that conclusion based on something I did while I was talking to them.

But I still say it was because I was interested in knowing more about them, rather than just trying to avoid them – which I appreciate sounds like an excuse, but it’s not. Honest.

That said, I appreciate what I did could sound a bit ‘weird’ out of context and while I know many would suggest this is just one more bad purchase decision in a long line of bad purchase decisions [100 robot dogs and a windmill anyone?] … the reality is in both those cases, they – admittedly, amazingly – made me money, which means I’m a genius.

Or it would if they weren’t the exception to the rule.

But while I am sadly much more sensible with my spending these days [comparatively speaking] the reality is I do like buying things that appeal to me emotionally more than logically.

Not because I’m a psychopath.

And not because I have bottomless piles of cash.

But because I like going down rabbit holes of discovering what other people feel are important to do – even if I don’t initially understand why they would do that.

Which is my way of explaining my latest purchase. This …

Yep, it’s a book on toilets. Toilets from all around the World.

And why would I do such a thing?

Well, it’s not because it’s a book … it’s because it celebrates people who decided they wanted to do something special with the most functional room in their house or building.

At a time where efficiency and optimization are the most biggest influences in seemingly every decision being made these days, a book on magical bathrooms is – in some way – the politest way to say ‘fuck you’ to all of that.

A reminder you can be, to paraphrase Mr Weigel, functional as hell and not be boring as fuck.

We need more of that … especially at a time where even the Cannes Lions seems to have forgotten about the role and importance of creativity that sustains over time, rather than just communicates in the moment.

So here’s to a book of magical toilets all around the World.

It’s a greater reminder and educator on the value of creativity than almost 99.6% of the hot takes on Linkedin.

Including this one, haha.

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In Blog Years, We Are Officially 10487492367 Years Old On Sunday.
May 1, 2026, 5:15 am
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Yes, it’s Friday.

And yes, it’s the first of May.

But neither of those things are as incredible as this …

You see, on Sunday, it will be 20 years since I started this blog.

TWENTY BLOODY YEARS!

That’s before the iPhone.
And Android.
And Facebook.
And the Kindle.
And the financial crisis.
And before Pluto lost its planet creds.
AND BEFORE WI-FI WAS PUBLICLY AVAILABLE … so a very long time ago.

I still remember why I started it …

It wasn’t for any attempt for notoriety or popularity, it was more to do with survival.

You see I’d got a job that – frankly – I was woefully under-qualified for, and because it demanded so much of my time and energy to make sure I didn’t completely fuck it up, I needed an outlet for all the ideas and thoughts that were going around my head that I just didn’t feel were right for what I needed to do at that time.

Not because I was sure I was going to use them later … more because I needed to feel I was still connected to the stuff I loved while also believing that if I didn’t find a way to get them out of my head, they’d maybe be no more space left for anything new to enter my head.

And so this blog was born.

Reading through the first few posts not only reveals the times we were living in, but also the headspace I was in.

Trying to balance making sense of stuff happening around me while also needing an outlet for stuff I was feeling or thinking … which, in many ways, set the tone for how this blog has been for over 2 decades.

Which George recently described as, “the blog version of TK Maxx”.

He’s not wrong … and in some ways, I really like that.

Sure, among the almost 5000 posts I’ve written, there’s a lot of [to keep the TK Maxx analogy going] cheap and nasty shit in there … but there’s also a few ‘designer label’ gems hidden amongst it all.

At least for me.

Stuff that made me think, challenge or question stuff in ways that I had not imagined or considered before.

Stuff that ended up impacting how I did things and how I still do things.

Stuff that forced me to articulate what I believe, not just what I feel.

Maybe those posts meant nothing to anyone but me. Hell, maybe no one even read them. But while every post I’ve written reflects something about who I was – or am – those ‘self-defined gems’ have a special place in my heart because they represent a moment where I felt I was growing and learning.

It’s why I always enjoyed the comment section, because for all the overwhelming piss-taking I received, the vast majority always ‘encouraged’ me to look deeper, wider or longer at issues I’d written about. And I loved that. I loved how the people who commented always kept me on my toes … which is why one of the unexpected pleasures of writing this blog for so long has been seeing how my opinion on certain subjects has changed or evolved over the years. It’s served as a great reminder about the importance of always exposing yourself to others perspectives, opinions, experiences and standards, even if the goal of it is simply to be really sure about what you think or believe.

In many ways, that’s the biggest surprise of 20 years writing this blog.

I never expected anyone to comment on anything I wrote, because I started it just for me.

A private place to express my thoughts and idiocy.

But then Andy discovered it and he sent an email to everyone at Cynic and some of our clients announcing it and then the mayhem started.

At that point, blogging had become a big thing. A good thing. A community of people who wanted to help and contribute to what others were doing. A lot of this was down to the great Russell Davies and his iconic blog … a place that not only brought people from all over the world together, but inspired others to start writing their own as well.

It was a place that not only exposed me to a lot of brilliant people I’d never have known about without his blog – people like Gareth Kay, Paul Colman, Northern Planner, Rob Mortimer, Marcus, John Dodds, Lauren, Age to name but a few – it also brought people to my blog who helped add to the texture, lessons and perspectives I was writing about.

I will forever be grateful to Russell for that … especially as most of the people he inadvertently introduced me to, not only still exist in my life but I have met them all IN THE FLESH.

Alas the blogging community, like most things in life, has moved on with maybe only Martin and I still churning stuff out via that platform. [Well, he curates, I churn] And while technologies advances allows strategists to be even more connected in even more ways, the energy of the community is not the same as it was back in the early days of blogging.

Now it feels more aggressive.

More sharp elbows and self publicizing.

Wanting the spotlight on them rather than the work they do.

But then, the industry seems to value those who talk about the work more than those who actually make it … which kind-of highlights why the industry is in the state it finds itself in but refuses to acknowledge.

Emperor’s New Clothes anyone?!

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That this blog is 20 years old blows my mind. I never thought it would last that long, mainly because I never gave much thought about how long I’d be writing the thing. It’s not always been fun – when I was receiving a lot of anonymous hate that resulted in me deciding to stop allowing comments was definitely a low point – but all in all, the whole experience has been pretty glorious.

In many ways, this is one of the longest committed relationships I’ve ever had.

And one of the most successful, hahaha.

The fact there are some people who have been reading it for almost as long as I have been writing it, is madness.

Have they no taste?
Have they got nothing better to do?
Or maybe they’re stuck in prison and this is part of their ‘sentence’.

The good news for them is there’s no way this will still be a ‘going concern’ in another 20 years … at least not in terms of how regular I’ve been writing posts for the past 2 decades. Not because I am running out of things to say [albeit Andy said I have only ever written 3 posts and just keep re-writing them in different ways] but because I’ll be – hopefully – doing other things with my life.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always be grateful to advertising … it has given me a life I never could have dared to imagine … but I am increasingly spending more and more of my time working and collaborating with artists and I feel that’s where my future may be. Not because I don’t love what I do, but because I find their definition and expression of creativity even more interesting, challenging, open, provocative and progressive than where our industry is choosing to head.

But that’s not going to happen yet. Hell, it may not happen at all – I could get fired by all the artists tomorrow for all I know – which is why for the time being, I’ll keep happily juggling my two ‘lives’ while churning out daily blog posts at the same time.

Sorry, hahaha.

That said, the point of continuing this blog is different to what you may think and why I originally started it.

Because while it has helped me grow, learn, make new friends and even help build my professional reputation [which is hilarious when you read some of the stuff I’ve churned out, like this!] … it delivers something that is even more important to me.

Connection to my family.

I know … I know … that sounds weird-as-fuck, but what I mean is this:

A few years ago, Jill said that while she rarely ever reads my blog, when she does – she can hear my voice because of the way I write.

Put simply, how I write is how I talk … so when she reads my posts, it feels like I’m with her.

And she liked that.

Add to this that I’ve shared deeply personal and important moments in my life – from getting engaged to getting married, to Mum dying, to becoming a Dad, to getting Rosie – and Bonnie – to saying a tearful goodbye to Rosie, to moving from Singapore to HK to China to America to London to New Zealand [so far] … which means moving from cynic/WPP to Sunshine to Wieden+Kennedy to Deutsch to R/GA to Colenso [not to mention all the other highs and lows that have impacted or been introduced to my life over this period, be it death, covid, friends, family, health, books, chaos, and/or multitudes of weird, wild, crazy shit] … and this blog is no longer just a place where I rant rubbish, it’s a place my family can have me close even when I’m no longer here.

That means a lot to me.

Not because I want them to need me, but because I like knowing they can access me should they ever need me.

Or if Otis ever wants to introduce me to whoever becomes important in his life.

It’s why I’m going to keep writing it and why I’m going to move it to a free domain again, to make sure it always stay up … because what originally was a place just for me, has become a place that offers connection to the most important people to me.

And with that, I want to say a big thank you to everyone who has ever visited or commented.

Whether you meant it or not, you’ve given me far more than I ever imagined or hoped for.

Thank you. Love you. Grateful for you.

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