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Why I Wish Today Revealed We Were All Fools, Rather Than Victims …

God, that’s a heavy title for a post isn’t it.

Especially when it’s not about the state of the World, but the fact it’s April 1.

A day – like International Women’s Day – where brands put out work in an attempt to show another side of them.

The human side … as defined and written by the AI system they outsourced thousands of people’s jobs too.

Anyway, with all the shit going on around the world, I don’t know if any joke is suddenly going to make humanity feel better … unless of course, they reveal we’ve all been living in a real-life version of that episode of 80’s TV show Dallas, where – after a whole series exploring ‘who shot JR Ewing’ – they revealed it was all just a bloody dream.

[Look it up, it’s wild]

Soooooooo … instead of going through the effort of trying to write an April Fool post that won’t fool anyone and certainly won’t make anyone care, I thought I’d just point you to the best one I ever wrote.

A post that not only fooled a few people – who obviously didn’t read it all the way through – but was picked up by some international media as a ‘new methodology to the planning discipline’. Hahahaha.

It was even more pleasing than the time The Times newspaper in the UK quoted the fictitious research company we set up – Halibut Fisher – to highlight how badly Chinese society was being represented and understood by Western media. You can read some of the ‘insights’ we wrote about on Asian Yang – the blog we set up to commemorate how blinkered, gullible and lazy so many organizations are when dealing with cultures outside of their own.

Anyway, with that, have a great April Fool Day and enjoy reading about Leon and his introduction to Method Planning™

For the record, Leon still – amazingly – talks to me.

Even more amazingly, he has an important gig at a tech company.

Which means [1] even my best efforts couldn’t undermine his talent and [2] tech companies don’t check all the data they steal from everyone. Haha.

Oh, and if you’re so inclined, you can waste even more of your time reading some of the other April 1st posts I’ve written which some people also fell for … which I’d love to think was due to my brilliant writing, but was likely due to the fact I was in a totally different timezone to them so it wasn’t April 1 for them. Damnit.

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Mr Benn Ruined My Childhood …

I’m old.

Fucking ancient.

And yet, despite 1000’s of years passing between my single digit years and now, there are some things I remember clearly and dearly. One of those are the kids TV shows I watched growing up.

Not all of them, of course, but some.

Trumpton.
Campbellwick Greene.
Why Don’t You.
The Magic Roundabout.
Rhubarb And Custard.
Pipkins.
Mr Benn.

Mr Benn was one I particularly liked.

It was a cartoon about a man – Mr Benn – who would leave his house and visit a fancy-dress shop nearby.

Each episode, the owner of the shop would invite hum to the changing room to try on an outfit before ushering him through a magic door at the back of the changing room. From there, he would enter a world linked to whatever outfit he was wearing and go on a small adventure.

Each episode would end with him reappearing back in the changing room holding a small souvenir connected to where he’d just been and that would be it.

It was short, innocent and – for a 5 year old in Nottingham – bloody brilliant.

A window into other world’s and possibilities.

A chance to explore and imagine.

A taste of what could await.

I have probably not seen an episode of Mr Benn for almost 5 decades and yet it still has a warm place in my heart. If you asked me how many episodes I’d have watched, I’d have probably said hundreds … watching them either with my Mum when they were on at lunchtime or later in the afternoon when I was home from school.

So you can imagine my surprise when recently I saw this …

WHATTHEFUCK!???

If finding out Mr Benn’s house was a real place wasn’t amazing enough … I then discover there were only 13 episodes ever made.

THIRTEEN?

I am in utter shock.

I’d have bet everything I own saying I’d watched more than 13 different episodes.

Fuck, I thought I watched nearly all of that in a single week.

I don’t know if I’m more confused by the fact I thought I’d watched hundreds or that they only made 13.

Why so few?

It’s not like it was amazing animation.

What else of my childhood was a lie?

Was pulling a ’64 pavement slab wheelie’ on a Raleigh Grifter not really legendary?
Was Sarah Holtham not actually the prettiest girl in the World?
Was the Philips G7000 not really the cutting edge of technology?
Was the Argos Catalogue a compendium of tat rather than gold?
Were Hedgehog Flavored Crisps a bit shit?

I don’t know if I can ever recover from this …

Before I saw that image I thought I’d had a great childhood and now …

So thanks a lot Mr Benn, you’ve just fucked my entire childhood … but I’ll still go visit your house next time I’m in London.

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If It Ain’t Broke, It’s Going To Be …

This is a long post.

Proper long.

And given I overwrite everything, that is probably a scary thought.

But I hope you hang in there, because it’s something important – at least to me. And who knows, it may trigger some thoughts – or hate – and I’ll consider that a win. Maybe, ahem.

So I don’t know about you, but I miss the TV show, Succession.

I miss the characters … the writing … the inconvenient truth how companies – and some families – work.

And while there are many articles and reports dedicated to explaining what ‘worked’, I recently read something that captured how it worked.

I love that write up.

I love it for a whole host of reasons … of which one is acknowledging that to make something that can capture so many people’s attention for so long, is an act of creative magnificence.

And while we may all nod our heads in agreement, the thing is we forget that.

We forget the challenge of keeping millions engaged and interested over a period of time.

Or maybe more specifically, we have forgotten HOW to do it.

Let’s be honest, the attitude of many brands is ‘keep things the same’ or ‘don’t fuck it up’ … while not realizing the biggest risk to achieving what they want to achieve is literally doing the same thing, in the same way, over-and-over again.

Of course, a big reason for their attitude is their quest for attribution.

Where the brand is synonymous and attributed to what they do/say/communicate.

However, rather than achieve this by doing interesting things that audiences value and can engage in – which is literally, the fastest, most effective way to build active, interested, engaged and committed attribution – we see more of the lazy approach. An approach sold by people with methodologies that mistake repetition as reputation.

Hence, we see countless campaigns featuring ‘consistent fictional characters’ doing variations of the same thing no one really cares about or relates to as if they’re trying to do a homage to the ‘Gold Blend’ coffee ads from the UK. WHICH CAME OUT IN THE 1980’S!!! Or the modern equivalent, where every element of every piece of communication is plastered with cues of whatever colour a brand is associated with. All the while ignoring the fact what it actually does is pull people out of their engagement with the communication because they’re questioning/wondering/laughing what sort of person drives a red car, lives in a red house – with red wallpaper – and only eat red vegetables. But even that isn’t the lowest of the low. No … that belongs to the work that shoves a watermark of the brand logo/name into the top left-or-right-hand-side of all their work … as if acknowledging their communication is so boring that the only way to know who it is from is to literally shove it in front of their faces.

I’m not saying ‘brand assets’ aren’t a thing … but they only become that with creativity.

Over time.

Continually reinforced … expressed … added to.

Without that, you end up with things that are more like weights than rockets.

And that’s the problem I have with so a bunch of the marketing practice being peddled …

Because they fail to appreciate the difference between recognition and value.

Or meaning.

Or resonance.

Or connection.

As I said to a client recently, just because I know what the swastika is, doesn’t mean I want to be a Nazi.

But that’s where we’re at right now … repeat, repeat, repeat.

Which is why that comment on Succession is so important.

Because they understand the importance of constantly adding to the narrative, not repeating it.

Keeping viewers not just interested … but on their toes.

Which leads to them engaging with the show, even when they’re not watching it.

Talking, discussing, sharing, commenting, deducing, arguing.

A program where none of the characters had many redeeming features, kept millions around the world coming back to them.

To learn. To listen. To grow. To hate. To debate.

Is that hard to do?

Of course.

Is it impossible to do?

Nope … especially when you hire proper talent and let them do what they’re great at, rather than value talent on how little they cost and then tell them what to make. Even though you don’t have experience in knowing how to make things people want to engage with.

But as a friend said to me recently, there were no conversations about ‘attribution’ with Succession were there!?

Nope. Not one. Not even from the first episode.

And maybe that was because they didn’t start the show with the intent of creating the lowest common denominator of recognition … then repeating it over and over and over again. No … their intention was to make something interesting … and then keep adding to that so their audiences would keep giving a fuck.

Look, I have no problem with marketing practice.

It is important and has a real role and value in building brands and driving effective marketing.

But that role and value is only released when it is done well and honestly … and right now, it feels there’s a lot of soundbites and not a lot of depth.

Selling systems that promise simplicity but ultimately are outsourcing responsibility.

Outsourcing responsibility to people who can profit from it, despite having no experience in actually creating it.

The irony is we all want the same thing.

Hell, we all need the same thing.

But there’s a major difference between playing not to lose and playing to win so maybe there needs to be more conversations about that, rather than blindly follow people who present themselves as business liberators when really, they’re good insurance salespeople.

Of course, the reality is that, despite what some may say, there’s not one ‘all encompassing’ answer to all this.

I get how expensive everything is so the temptation to stick and stay with what you know and what is working for you, is high. But regardless who you are, it will not last forever and it’s far better to own the change than be left behind by it.

Just ask the Disney execs how they’re feeling as they watch their Marvel universe start to implode.

Building anything is a journey that goes through highs and lows along the way.

But it’s the people who think – or say – they can stop that, who end up creating branded mediocrity.

Or should I way, ‘mediocrity attribution’.

Which is why there is one final example of the commercial value of adding to a story rather than repeating it and that’s Queen.

Specifically their recent sale of their back catalogue for ONE BILLION POUNDS.

Whether you like the band or not, you can’t say that is not an impressive number.

And while even I – a massive Queen fan – accept that in 1986, they stopped being musicians and became entertainers [aka: ‘turned crap’] … it’s the music they made until that point that gave them their legacy, fans and economic value.

Because rather than basically repeat their first hit over and over again … they kept taking people to different and interesting places.

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Start The Week On A Positive …

I know, the title of this post must freak you out.

Frankly, it freaks me out as well.

Seriously … what is going on?

First I have lost a ton of weight.

Then I have started wearing shoes. AND SOCKS. COLOURFUL SOCKS.

And now I’m being positive? What the absolute fuck?!

The good news is all you have to do is look at the posts of last week and see that my default remains a sentimental, sarcastic, mischievous piece of shit.

Thank God.

But today is about being nice … and let’s face it, we all need it on a Monday.

So as a kid, I grew up watching the TV show, ‘Happy Days‘.

Many of you who read this blog – if there’s any of you – may be too young to know what the hell I’m talking about, but if you recognise the picture at the top of this post, or the name ‘The Fonz’, then that’s what I’m talking about.

While Happy Days was set in the 50’s, it was from America [which immediately made it cool in my eyes] and bridged the gap between kid and adult entertainment.

I used to watch it with my Mum and I still remember one episode where she laughed at a scene in the restaurant to the point tears were rolling from her eyes.

For that alone it would always have a place in my heart … but the reality is, like The Wonder Years that came along later, it was about relationships.

Relationships with family … friends … maturity … individuality … responsibility and life.

Sure, it did all this in a more light hearted, less poignant way than Wonder Years … but it was still there and I loved it.

The reason I am saying this is because of this …

That picture features one of the characters from Happy Days called, Potsie.

He was a funny character … good natured, enthusiastic but also undeniably naive.

Anyway, the photo shows him – aged 73 – getting married.

If that wasn’t lovely enough, he had recently beaten cancer, so it was a double celebration.

But even those 2 pieces of brilliant news aren’t the reason I love this photo so much.

The reason is that the other man in the photo, is his best friend Don Most … who was also his best friend in Happy Days when he played the character Ralph.

This news made me happier than I ever imagined.

Sure, I’m a sentimental old fart … but I was quite emotional reading this.

Maybe it’s because I am about as far away as I have ever been from my best mate, Paul.

Maybe it’s because the conflict in every aspect of life is starting to get me down.

Maybe it’s because it connects me to the times I would watch that show sat next to Mum.

Or maybe it’s just because it’s lovely and reassuring to see that good, gentle and long-lasting things can still happen – but whatever the reason, seeing ‘Potsie’ happy in love, life and health has also made me very happy.

Especially for a Monday, when it’s needed most.

Now let’s hope tomorrow sees me getting back to my usual cynical-bastard-self … because I can’t deal with this sickening level of positivity either.

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Why The Best Dramas Are More Documentary Than Fiction …

For all the claims TV is dead, we’ve been living through a golden age of it.

Nothing sums that up more than Succession.

What a total masterpiece.

Writing.
Casting.
Acting.
Craft.

All absolutely stellar.

I am genuinely sad it is all done.

I am also convinced Jesse Armstrong is a genuine storytelling genius.

Obviously lots of praise has been rightfully heaped on the show, but I think Peter Friedman – who played Frank in the show – sums it up best …

“There’s been a degree of excellence that one should be wistful about, because I don’t know how soon each of us will find it again.”

Now I’ve had time to relax from the intensity of the final ever episode … I’ve realised there are certain characteristics that connect Succession to the few shows of it’s stature – for example, something like The Wire.

Attention to detail.

The need for the viewer to pay close attention.

The ugly truth of everyday reality.

For all the ‘twists and turns’ the show took you on, nothing should really have been a surprise. It was all laid out in-front of you when you looked at the character of the characters.

The greed.
The arrogance.
The ambition.
The ego.

HBO went to great lengths to understand how this manifests in real life by working with people who are genuinely from these backgrounds.

For example, no one wears a coat because billionaires are always delivered right to the door of where they are going. And no one bends down when leaving a helicopter, because they have spent their life traveling in them that no one fears for their head being chopped off by the rotor blades.

Little things we may not notice but somehow conveys authenticity through actions and behaviours.

It’s why I found Roman’s breakdown towards the end of the series so powerful.

SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT GOT TO THE END.

Watching him fall apart as he realises the person who enabled his arrogant … vulgar … depraved consequence free life is no longer there, was incredible. A car crash of character that you could not take your eyes off that somehow also ignited sympathy you never thought he deserved. And then the final moment … where you witness him recognising that he’s not just free from the bullshit that has fed his life and his vacuous meaning, but that he is finally a true equal with his siblings because of their shared ultimate failure.

It was inspiring.

The whole thing was depressingly inspiring.

And I’ll tell you why … because it was all based on an ugly reality we all know but choose to ignore, and that is the ‘needy crawlers’, win.

If a company has a choice between individuality and complicity, they will generally choose complicity.

Someone who will do their dealing.
Someone who will take the heat.
Someone who knows their place.
Someone who will be obedient.

Obedience is important …

It allows the abdication of guilt for all decisions.
It creates a layer between them and the anger of others.
It ensures they always have support for whatever they choose.
It removes the risk of being challenged, questioned or undermined by those close.

By choosing someone who has an insatiable need to be associated with power and influence, not only do you know they will sacrifice anything – and anyone – to be given access to it, but you can give them the highest of high-profile corporate positions, and be safe in the knowledge they’ll still be subservient to you.

It’s the ugliest of ugly truths.

The most vulgar of corporate realities.

And a perfect expression of what I saw when I lived in America.

People managing up, regardless of consequence or expectation.
People being paid vast amounts for their complicity rather than talent.
People creating fear to ensure they always stay in power and control.

Of course not everyone is like this.

And of course, this is not limited to just the US.

But what made Succession so powerful is that even though it was about billionaires, it reflected what most people have seen or experienced at some time. That regardless of wealth, standing, status or connections … there is always someone we answer to and those who are acquiescent to them will always be the ones they choose to progress.

Despite being a show filled with conniving, untrustworthy, unlikable, spoilt, greedy and entitled bastards … I’m going to miss Succession. Though what makes the loss more bearable is knowing that should I ever need another taste of it, all I have to do is turn to reality to witness the people and companies who trade values and morals for power and control.

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