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


Clean Yourself Of Marketing Filthiness …

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine sent me this picture.

Yes, they’re varieties of soap but I realised they’re also an incredible ad for the power of brand and brand advertising.

No, I have not lost my mind. Yet.

You see of all those soap brands, 2 resonated with me the most: Imperial Leather and Shield.

That doesn’t mean I didn’t know the others – I did, or most of them – but Imperial Leather and Shield stood out because both played a part in my childhood.

But it’s the position in my mind they have that’s the bit I found fascinating … even more so given I’d not thought about them – let alone used them – for literally decades.

You see in my mind – thanks to their advertising – Shield is still the young and exciting brand. A soap for modern times and new generations challenging conventions and traditions [whatever the fuck that means]

Meanwhile Imperial Leather is a symbol of status and luxury used by the wealthy and elite.

Who am I???

What’s wrong with me???

I’m talking about soap for fucks sake. SOAP!!! The stuff you wash your face and bits with …

But thanks to childhood gullibility and the power of brand advertising, these connections and emotions still exist, despite being decades older and ‘allegedly’ wiser.

What makes me laugh is that Imperial Leather would have a few pence.

Sure, maybe it was more than some of the other brands, but still pennies rather than pounds – and yet, like Vienetta, After Eight Mints or a Hostess Trolley – it created an impression of being very aspirational, even though everyone knew you could pop down to Asda and fill your trolley up with them with no problem.

And while times have changed, the power of brand remains … which is why it surprises me how few companies really invest in it, probably because so many are either fixated on the short-term, think brand equates to spending a fuck-ton endlessly reinforcing rational product features that only they care about or have fallen for the sales patter of the ‘ego guru’™ who – for a price – will tell you their system which they say guarantees an easy path to untold success when all it does is sell category conformity.

Which suggests that for all the possibilities and technicalities that modern marketing practice like to champion, it appears it has [conveniently] forgotten what drives and creates – and what is needed to drive and create – sustainable, premium priced value.

AKA. Brand thinking. Brand investing. Brand behaving.

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Luxury Threads Made By Potatoes …

When I think of the ads I saw when I was growing up, there are so many for categories I just don’t see – or don’t see much – any more.

Cream Cakes.
Carpet Stores.
Digital Watches.
Stranger Danger Campaigns.

Maybe they’re still happening and I don’t know it because I don’t watch much TV … but given I work in the industry and I don’t hear about them – let alone see them – it does feel they are campaigns of a bygone age.

But of all these category of ads, one that is burned into my mind is Smash.

Smash was a mashed potato brand.

It came in a packet and by adding boiling water and stiring vigourously, you’d get masses of creamy mash.

The original ‘fast food’.

This approach to food prep was space-age technology back in the day … which is why the ads featured alien robots who were so impressed with the technological advancement that Smash represented, they chose not to invade Earth because they felt they couldn’t compete with our innovation, despite the fact the humans they had been secretly watching were – to put it lightly – thick as shit, given their traditional choice for mashing spuds.

I know. I know … sounds bonkers doesn’t it, so have a look at this early ad to see what I mean:

OK, so it was bonkers.

But as you can tell, it was all most definitely tongue in cheek, however – as demonstrated by the fact I am writing about them decades later – the alien robots soon became iconic in British society.

Still are in fact. At least for people of a certain age.

But despite this – and despite being 54 years of age – I’ve never eaten Smash.

Not knowingly, at least.

Not because I don’t like it or don’t like the idea of it … but because my parents never allowed it in the house.

Just to be clear, it wasn’t because they were against such manufactured ‘convenience’ food – we used to eat Angel Delight for fucks sake – but because compared to boiling some spuds and mashing them, it was too expensive.

I say all this because recently I walked past a Prada store and saw this.

Now I am sure they didn’t intend to create the ‘luxury version’ of the Smash alien robots, but they’ve created the luxury version of the Smash alien robots!!!

And while this decision could open a lot of conversations about a lot of different subjects – from the changing definition of luxury, the influence of nostalgia, generational creativity and the overall decline in the quest for originality – the biggest thing it did for me was prove my parents were right in believing SMASH is an expensive indulgence for people who want to short-cut their way to satisfaction rather than earning it.

Or something like that. Probably without the judgement on the character, motivations and aspirations of those who would bung it on their evening meal plate.

Still would give my left arm to eat some.

Which is why Prada would probably be disappointed to learn that their ‘robots’ have made hungrier to eat SMASH mashed potato than to buy and wear their clothes. Or worse … anyone seen wearing a Prada coat can be called a ‘Jacket Potato’.

In terms of branding disasters, that has to be up there with these classic [bull]shitshows.


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Painting Pictures In The Mind With The Art Of Petty Genius …

I’m back.

Worse, I’m back and ready to make ‘amends’ for not writing any posts for 5 days … I’m going to be writing some extra-long ones. Even by my overlong standards. However the good news is – unlike my usual standards – they are pretty good. I think. At least some of them.

So years ago I worked with on a global project for Mercedes.

One of the people they said I should meet was a dealer principal of a local Mercedes dealership in Derbyshire, England.

To be honest, I was thrilled as many companies try to keep you away from ‘the coal face’ to ensure their carefully constructed ‘delusion of perfection’ can be maintained … but they were pretty insistent I met this person.

What made it even more intriguing is when I asked them why, they replied, “Oh you’ll see”.

So, a week or so later, I found myself on a train heading to Derby to meet this gentleman.

Now let’s be honest, car salesman have a certain reputation …

A lot of the stereotypes are most likely bullshit – or shaped by a few bad eggs rather than the whole industry – but I admit I went in slightly cautious as to who I’d meet.

But the person I sat down with was one of the sharpest marketers I’ve ever met.

I also loved that – despite owning multiple different Mercedes dealerships, something like 20 – he called himself a ‘car salesman’.

He was passionate about the brand and equally as passionate about selling them and didn’t want to hide that fact.

He also said his Mum had told him she was embarrassed he introduced himself that way to people … which had motivated him to be even more focused on making his business successful.

One of the best examples of his attitude was his story about how he chose where to build a new dealership.

He was going to open a dealership in a new city and wanted it to be where all the competitor car dealerships were located. His attitude was it was better to be where everyone goes than to try and convince people to go somewhere out-the-way, just for him.

Apparently, there were a few available locations he could have built, but he had his heart set on one place … next to the local BMW dealership.

They were something like number 110 and he was going to be 111. [I can’t remember the exact numbers, but you get the point]

Anyway, by his own admission, he overspent on buying the land – but for him, there were three major reasons he wanted to be there.

The first was that he knew BMW was his main competitor and so if he was located next to them, most people in the market for that level of car would end up visiting both dealerships.

The second was that he knew many people saw the BMW and Mercedes brand as interchangeable. By that I mean their ‘quality and status’ were pretty similar so often the choice of vehicle came down to service standards and/or price.

Which led to his 3rd reason …

Because he wanted customers to feel Mercedes was the more ‘prestigious’ car to own before they had even entered the dealership – to increase the odds/desire to own – and so by choosing that specific location, he could run ads that signed off with:

Visit your local Mercedes dealership. One up from BMW.

Yep, he spent all that extra money just so he could do that with his ads.

And you know what?

It worked, because it became the most successful Mercedes dealership in the UK.

Of course, these days no one would ever do that sort of thing – at least in terms of marketing – because you’d have some ‘guru’ state ‘when you use a competitors name in your advertising, you’re promoting your competitor’.

It’s the same myopic thinking that has led to certain clients having a negative reaction to anything they perceive as negative … even if it is [1] just in the brief and/or [2] being used to elevate the value of your brand.

Now you may think this post is going to take a dark turn, but it’s not …

Because I tell this story because I saw something wonderful on Twitter/X about Everton Football club.

A story that reminded me of that Mercedes car salesman and his commitment to always finding ways to paint a particular image in people’s minds.

And while I appreciate in this case, it is so subtle that many may miss it … once you know, you’ll not only node your approval for their genius but – if you’re an Everton Fan – you’ll feel pride that you got one over the ol’ enemy.


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Smell The Insult …

A while back I wrote a post about the naming strategies of fragrance brands.

Or should I say the lack of them.

It wasn’t a dig, it was almost fawning respect for their complete disregard for logic and their blind commitment to visceral inducing, imagination.

To be honest, the self-awareness is inspiring.

An acknowledgement that in the big scheme of things, their product is kind-of ridiculous and so by embracing that, they can go wherever they want with their naming approach … which is how we end up with Tom Ford’s Noir Extreme … because in the business of smell, the darkness of ‘noir’ just isn’t dark enough.

However in their ‘anything goes’ mentality, they may just gone a bit too errrrrm, mental.

Have a look at this …

Vanilla Sex.

VANILLA FUCKING SEX!!!???

Jesus bloody Christ … they may as well call it, ‘Excel Spreadsheet’.

Now while I appreciate sex is seemingly going out of fashion, I’m not sure a scent that conveys ‘the most average 3 minutes of your life’ ignites aspiration.

Even among Monks or Nuns.

Or Billy. Hahaha.

For a category that loves to communicate its power of seduction, attraction, expression or self-confidence, Vanilla Sex pours a big bucket of cold water over all that and instead celebrates the idea of feeling like you’ve been fucked by a Tax Accountant from Slough.

At 3:17pm.

On a cold Tuesday.

In a Travel Lodge.

Located on the side of a Motorway service station.

It’s so utterly bonkers I don’t know if it is an act of brilliance, madness or just a desire to just see what they can get away with.

Or maybe it’s just proof they don’t give a damn because by the same token, they also have this …

It’s all kinds of amazing.

A case study for the power of strategy to take brands to places never imagined or, by the same token, proof this strategy stuff is all fucking nonsense because even when you ignore – and break – every rule of it, you can still be wildly successful.

But as amazing as all this is, it’s still not as amazing as the thought that two people could meet one day with one smelling like Vanilla Sex and the other being Fucking Fabulous.

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Forget The Inside, Sometimes It’s The Outside That Counts …

This is the last post for a week because I’m off again.

I know … I know … it’s getting ridiculous, but consider my jet-lag, your mental health.

Talking of mental health … I’ve not had a drop of alcohol for 38 years.

THIRTY EIGHT.

But despite that, I do find myself buying it on occasion … mainly when those occasions are an extremely rare dinner invite and/or a desire to show gratitude towards someone in particular.

And when that happens, I remind myself how easily influenced I can be.

Because as we saw in 2007, my biggest motivator is the packaging rather than the quality of the product.

Well, I say that, but it has to be a brand I’ve at least heard of – a brand I associate with some sort of quality – but fundamentally, it’s all about the packaging.

Recently I wanted to get something for our old neighbour in LA.

It was his birthday … he’s an amazing human … and he invited me to his dinner. [I was in town, so it wasn’t some totally empty gesture]

So I rushed to a bottle shop and was immediately hit with a wealth of choices and options and so what did I end up choosing?

This.

Yep, a bottle of Veuve in a pseudo orange SMEG fridge.

Frankly it looked ridiculous … hell, it is ridiculous … but it’s also my kind of ridiculous, despite even my low-class tastes thought that for 2 brands that are supposedly ‘premium’, the way they combined looked cheap and tragic.

But unsuprisingly, my inner Dolly ‘it-costs-a-lot-of-money-to-look-this-cheap’ Parton, took over and I handed over my cash and walked out full of smugness and slight humiliation.

Now I don’t know the background to this collab.

I don’t know the process they took to get here,

And while on one level it makes some-sort-of-sense, it also is completely and utterly bonkers … and that’s why I love it.

Because in a world of sensible, it’s nice to see ridiculous win.

Yes, I appreciate Apple’s ‘ceremony of purchase’ packaging strategy is next level … but in terms of what I call, ‘social luxury’, the use of ridiculous packaging – as seen in the fragrance industry – is arguably, the most sensible thing they can do.

For all the processes, models and eco-systems being pushed by so many people right now, it’s interesting how few actively encourage searching for the weird edges. Ironically, they build approaches where the aim is to filter these out before they even have a chance to see what they can do. Which is why as much as the we laugh at the superficiality of fragrance companies and some alcohol brands, they can teach us more about standing out than all these models that seem obsessed with making sure we all ‘fit in’.

So who are the stupid ones now eh?

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