Robson Green saved my life... (A Likely Story)

We all know Robson Green to be the kind of cheeky chappy that your mum fancies in ITV Dramas or the man going through midlife crisis with hilarious consequences in ITV Dramas or the detective with a secret that will at some point cleverly tie in the plot in ITV Dramas. Now i know him as the man who saved my life... from all those ITV Dramas.
It all happened so quickly, one minute i was happily swinging my lunch around walking back to work, the next i'd been pulled out of the path of a speeding (that's a slight exaggeration, i do that) taxi by a tiny arm belonging to said ITV Drama star. I'm definitely not mistaken (as some jealous individuals would suggest) as we are the same height so i couldn't miss his face and he even spoke Geordie to me. So ... thanks Robson, i will never (let any of my friends) forget what you did.

Yeah Gem where's the proof, where's the autograph, where's picture on your flashy (if slightly chavy) phone. It all seams just a little too good to be true. A D list Celebrity and a life saving story in one, some may say you took it too far and you should have stuck to just one story. I'm not saying its complete rhubarb, I'm your loyal creative partner and would never suggest such a thing. Earlier this year for example when you claimed that somewhere in the Midlands during the floods, that there was a cathedral up to the spire with water, I waited at least a minute or so before laughing, because thats what good parners do! I'm just just saying look what happened to the boy who cried wolf. Just think about it.

Don't Let Them Out!

If there is one thing you can say about Cliff Richard its that hes a cheeky sod. So cheeky in fact that we felt it was appropriate to imprison him in this old coffee jar. Then we did the same with Johnny Cash for similar reasons. At the end of their imprisonment we released them from the top of the JWT building like doves. It was beautiful.

Our B Plan

If the advertising game proves to be too stressful or we decide we need a few extra pennies we aim to fall back on 'celebrity shockers'. Here are the prototypes, the first drafts fashioned from coffee cups and paper. This is a more accurate version.
Calls have been made, many favours have been cashed and hopefully we will have a working model very soon.

In the beginning there was one dog and his name was Burt

This is Burt he is the start. He is the beginning of something big, bigger than advertising, bigger that you and me he is the beginning of my new Project, some may call it a mission but i think that's going a little too far, because to be fair it's really just me taking a photo of every tramps dog I see. However the conditions to the project put together by gem (too much time on her hands) are to be taken seriously according to gem.

CONDITIONS
1. HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE OF EVERY TRAMPS DOG I SEE NO MATTER WHERE I AM IN THE COUNTRY.
2. HAVE TO GET PERMISSION TO TAKE THE PICTURE OF THE SAID TRAMP'S DOG BY THE TRAMP.
3. HAVE TO MAKE SURE THAT THE TRAMP WITH THE DOG IS A TRAMP, NOT JUST A BLOKE IN NEED OF A WASH.
4. HAVE TO BUY A COPY OF THE BIG ISSUE FROM THE OWNER OF EACH DOG PHOTOGRAPHED.
5. HAVE TO WASH HANDS AFTER STROKING ANY TRAMPS DOG.

Sounds easy yes? Not really, I fail if I fail to have brought my camera and am unable to take a picture of even one dog. Sometimes the tramp is asleep or unconscious. Depending on how many tramps dogs I see in one day I could end up with numerous copies of the Big Issue which lead to condition 4 to be revised to HAVE TO SHOW A GESTURE OF KINDNESS A CUP OF TEA OR A DONATION.

I will not fail, i can not fail, otherwise Gem will win the bet and I'll have to buy her a pint or something, it's not even worth thinking about.

pin the destination on the tube map - perivale

This is a dangerous game. Not only do you end up feeling very sick you also have to go to places like Perivale. (duh duh duhhhhhhhhh)

Myself and Lisa are pretty new to london so we thought the best method for exploring was one of random selection. Little did we know that Lisa would turn out to be posessed with an evil 'skill' for picking the places no tourist would ever dream of going....because they made you die a little bit inside.
Our first ten spins of the tube map landed us in Oxford Street. Nice ,but we'd already been there. Then it wa s Lisas turn. It started to rain, it was an omen we wish we hadn't ignored and she picked...

It was chucking it down when we got there and we couldn't find a map so we headed to a newsagents to ask where the town centre was. Simple enough question but all he could do was laugh. A local man (we could tell he was local because he was holding a can of skol) walked in and said if we wanted tescos then to go through the car park. Great. the above pictures are all we found. in the distance of the last one is said Tescos. Probably the most bizzare Tescos ive ever seen actually. By this point we'd come to the conclusion that we'd acidentally taken a really fast 'magic' tube to one of the rougher parts of Derby. Then we saw the diner. We saw 'Starvin Marvins' from a walkway over a motorway , glistening in the rain like a friendly silver bullet. Inside was a mixture of retro fittings, amusing signs , dust and dead flies so we ordered two hot dogs and sat down. The waiters were friendly and the 'no spitting' sign made me chuckle, all the windows were steamed up so you couldn't see outside and it was all very nice. There was a strange bunch of people in there, an Asian family that didn't talk to each other, A couple making 'probably the biggest decisions of their lives' over some nachos and a couple of teenage extras from 'deliverance' that were talking very graphically with their parents about sex. it would have put me off my hot dog had i not already noticed it was made of 'sheets' of pink stuff that i can only hope had seen a pig at some point.

the 'Date Place'

the madness sets in

Fashion with lattitude

Visited Greenwich on the weekend and was roped into a free tour at the Royal Observatory.

After being entertained and slightly embarrassed for a very theatrical tour guide we got to the Gift Shop and to the best purchase i have ever made in a gift shop. A pair of socks that illustrate a different hemisphere on each foot.

They were £5 and being from the North I had to pick myself off of the floor before buying them, but they have earned their money and entertained us and many other teams of Y&R as me and Gem made our own meridian line. Who needs a theatrical tour guide you can learn it all from a pair of socks.

Buffet and book weekend

It was an idea that had been banded about our various offices for months, often cast aside as 'silly' or 'ridiculous' but last weekend it became a reality. We brought together two things held dear to our hearts, our book and the humble Buffet ( must be pronounced 'buff-et'). The thinking is brain bendingly simple, our brains needed some 'time alone to be creative' yet we couldn't leave our poor little stomachs unattended. The Buffet was the answer. Taken from observations at Christmas and various birthdays and funerals we'd deducted that the science of the well craved Buffet allowed not only for a varied and interesting array of day-to-night time nourishment but also almost eliminated unwanted kitchen time during length of time that could stretch to a weekend. So we toddled off to Asda and gorged on 'brain food' in the shape of crisps and dips, little sandwiches cut into triangles, scotch eggs, chip sticks, quiche (oh yes, were posh) and cheese and pickled onions on sticks. Actually we forgot the sticks so Lisa cleverly substituted them with dry spaghetti, its little acts of genius like that that make me glad shes my creative partner. Did we get much work done? yes, after much fussing over sandwich fillings and plate arrangements. Success.