Oct 12, 2024 | Geekery, Letters, Non-Fiction |
May 15, 1947 Dear __: Our agency is getting big. That’s something to be happy about. But it’s something to worry about, too, and I don’t mind telling you I’m damned worried. I’m worried that we’re going to fall into the trap of bigness, that we’re going to worship...
Dec 12, 2020 | Fiction, Short Stories |
The midtown hotel restaurant was almost empty at eleven-thirty in the morning. Three waiters were talking in a corner, leaning against the wall. A young waitress was going from table to table and cleaning out the ashtrays with a wet rag. No one was seated at the...
Sep 12, 2009 | Non-Fiction |
You refused to follow the fashion and had your own ideas about what to wear. You refused to let advertising or marketing supply you with needs you didn’t feel. On holidays, we’d stay either ‘with a family’ in Spain, or in modest hotels or...
Sep 22, 2006 | Fiction, My Lies |
In advertising terms, I would always be classed as the ‘before’ rather than ‘after’, whether before cosmetic surgery, low-fat biscuits or psychotherapy. Strangely I often felt somehow more than the after though… In hindsight I think this...
