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Trying to find Jesus through advertising

The team started to explain their idea to the Group Account Director. He wasn’t having the best of days. I was watching his face as he listened. It began to change with a small laugh. Then he started laughing uncontrollably until he was crying.Tears were rolling down his cheeks. Laughter is a very powerful thing.Continue reading “Trying to find Jesus through advertising”

Glory is fleeting but obscurity is forever.

Glory is fleeting but obscurity is forever..

Glory is fleeting but obscurity is forever.

Glory is fleeting but obscurity is forever..

Glory is fleeting but obscurity is forever.

A great quote from Napoleon Bonaparte. Admittedly, it all ended pretty badly for him on a godforsaken island in the South Atlantic but I am sure on a clear day the views were almost spectacular. The reason I use this quote is I was recently reading Dave Trott’s remarkable and excellent bookContinue reading “Glory is fleeting but obscurity is forever.”

When photography was music

I read a stat the other day from the Executive Chairman of Alphabet (formerly Google) Eric Schmidt that was remarkable and pretty fucking scary. We now generate as much information every 2 days as was generated from the beginning of time until 2003. Every 2 days. To be honest, my brain just starts singing comfortingContinue reading “When photography was music”

Don’t walk. Run.

Don’t walk. Run..

Don’t walk. Run.

I am at the airport. I am waiting for my family to arrive. A father walks into arrivals. Two boys about six and eight see him. Their faces light up. They literally change to another frequency. The energy of the moment travels through their eyes and creates an energy that has to be released. TheyContinue reading “Don’t walk. Run.”

The red clogs Hamish made.

Twenty years ago I was seriously broke. I used to count coins to go to the corner store. I would walk in and begin the negotiation Tango with a very kind Portuguese mama who owned the store. She would smile when I told her I would pay her the rest next week. She knew IContinue reading “The red clogs Hamish made.”

What data can’t tell you.

What data can’t tell you..

What data can’t tell you.

So it’s 1962 and my father is in a small band in Rhodesia. They leave for London and by a series of strange events ends up being the only South African band ever to be given a Lennon and McCartney composition to record. The song doesn’t do much in the charts but it transforms myContinue reading “What data can’t tell you.”