I spent my first four days in Cannes utterly convinced that I was immensely disliked by my fellow Cyber jurors. I’d enter the jury room every morning to hear stories of bonding over wonderful meals, hearty laughter and lifelong friendships being forged. At night, I’d sit alone, sadly trying to think of the exact moment…
2:30pm: Apart from a few old ladies, the odd Russian prostitute and the absolute cock who zooms around the block continuously in his probably rented matte black Lamborghini, the Croisette is strangely quiet. A large crane opposite the hotel is assembling huge sections of what I’m told will be ‘Spotify Beach’, a place where I…
Working in advertising has given me enormous opportunities to do the thing I love the most, write. I wrote a song that got into the charts and a poem for the Commonwealth Bank that was read by Oscar Nominee Toni Collette. This is something I’m very proud of. An unashamedly Seussian poem that was narrated…
Subject: Cannes Entry Video. Lads, I’ve taken a look at the edit. Nice start. Remove the Coldplay ‘Clocks’ soundtrack as everyone uses it. I’ve attached a suitably depressing classical mp3. Lay that down. If the judges aren’t rolling around the floor in fucking despair, the Tigers are on me. By the way, I’ve slightly rewritten…
I spent my first four days in Cannes utterly convinced that I was immensely disliked by my fellow Cyber jurors. I’d enter the jury room every morning to hear stories of bonding over wonderful meals, hearty laughter and lifelong friendships being forged. At night, I’d sit alone, sadly trying to think of the exact moment…
2:30pm: Apart from a few old ladies, the odd Russian prostitute and the absolute cock who zooms around the block continuously in his probably rented matte black Lamborghini, the Croisette is strangely quiet. A large crane opposite the hotel is assembling huge sections of what I’m told will be ‘Spotify Beach’, a place where I…
Working in advertising has given me enormous opportunities to do the thing I love the most, write. I wrote a song that got into the charts and a poem for the Commonwealth Bank that was read by Oscar Nominee Toni Collette. This is something I’m very proud of. An unashamedly Seussian poem that was narrated…
I spent my first four days in Cannes utterly convinced that I was immensely disliked by my fellow Cyber jurors. I’d enter the jury room every morning to hear stories of bonding over wonderful meals, hearty laughter and lifelong friendships being forged. At night, I’d sit alone, sadly trying to think of the exact moment…
2:30pm: Apart from a few old ladies, the odd Russian prostitute and the absolute cock who zooms around the block continuously in his probably rented matte black Lamborghini, the Croisette is strangely quiet. A large crane opposite the hotel is assembling huge sections of what I’m told will be ‘Spotify Beach’, a place where I…
I spent my first four days in Cannes utterly convinced that I was immensely disliked by my fellow Cyber jurors. I’d enter the jury room every morning to hear stories of bonding over wonderful meals, hearty laughter and lifelong friendships being forged. At night, I’d sit alone, sadly trying to think of the exact moment…
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Apparently Prince was a huge fan of the 3M range of products. From Scotch Precision Ultra Edge scissors to MagicTape dispenser rolls, it seems he simply couldn’t have written such seminal tracks as ‘Purple Rain’ and ‘When Doves Cry’ unless he could scribble his lyrics on handy, peel-off multicoloured Sticky Notes. Well, I assume that’s…
“My name is Andy Flemming and I have scammed. I guess it started back in Singapore. It was the early nineties. I met this guy in a club who said he could hook me up with an award. I said I wasn’t interested but I kept seeing him around and one night we started talking.…
In 2009, Jan Moir, a Daily Mail journalist in the UK wrote a deeply unpleasant and grossly offensive article on the death of a gay Irish singer Stephen Gately. Written within hours of the singer’s demise, the article was discussed, dissected and shared around the world on social media. And, of course, every view earned…
Subject: Cannes Entry Video. Lads, I’ve taken a look at the edit. Nice start. Remove the Coldplay ‘Clocks’ soundtrack as everyone uses it. I’ve attached a suitably depressing classical mp3. Lay that down. If the judges aren’t rolling around the floor in fucking despair, the Tigers are on me. By the way, I’ve slightly rewritten…
Working in advertising has given me enormous opportunities to do the thing I love the most, write. I wrote a song that got into the charts and a poem for the Commonwealth Bank that was read by Oscar Nominee Toni Collette. This is something I’m very proud of. An unashamedly Seussian poem that was narrated…
As human beings, we like to think we’re in control. That somehow we’re in charge of our destiny, where we go, what we see, what we do and who we meet. This is, of course, complete bollocks as our lives are now run by something called The Algorithm. It was designed to serve up appropriate…
