Picture the scene. Idyllic rural location. Balmy summer breezes. Lewis is enfin, en vacances. En famille. A la campagne. Just above the gentle sound of shotguns in the distance is the noise of children attempting to drown one another in the paddling pond. You can walk down the shady lane. You can sleep. You can pick your own fuit. (Seems a bit rude that telling people to go pick their own.) There's no RSS. No TV. No broadband. Not even any newsprint.
Jeeze, it's dull.
Still, Lewis has already picked his own fruit. It's a blackberry. Which he can use to find out that the Spinbunny has been at it again. There was I trying to work out whether to be stung by nettles or mossies and I get stung by a rabbit.
He, she, it was obviously at an awards bash recently. I won an award. So did everyone else. I thought it would be polite to look pleased. Well, it's customary. Some might have thought it ironic. Bunny said I was childish. I can't defend it. The honeybunny is right. I should have made a serious speech. Preferably whilst tearfully genuflecting in front of the crowd.
Actually, what was good was that Paul Holmes has created a European awards ceremony. For those that don't know him, he's from Morecambe in England. I'm sure Paul won't mind me saying that Morecambe is not the centre of the Universe. Neither is it a place of significant renown. But it has produced Holmes and that's a start. What we need next is some more awards for Commercial Credibility as well as Campaign Creativity. Holmes is definitely on the right track and maybe he will develop this into a global event. This would really help the industry.
Shit. My wife just caught me. She has threatened to test out the proud Berry's flush & water-proofness. Back to buccolic paradise.
So the south of France (one presumes) doesn't do it 4 U? Me neither. I didn't know gunshots could sound 'gentle' - new adjective to apply...
Morecombe? Have you not heard of their internationally famous potted shrimps? Cholesterol city. Other than that, it's one of the bleakest places on the UK's north west coast...running Fleetwood a very close second.
Posted by: Dennis Howlett | June 24, 2005 at 06:30 PM
I say stand by your principles ... being part of the SABRE audience (but not - I might add - the bunny's informer) I quite enjoyed your enthusiastic performance - nice break from the parade of nine hundred and thirty three thousand recipients who mooched up onto stage and slunk straight off again. If only I'd had the chance to try it myself ...
Posted by: Jacqui White | June 28, 2005 at 02:35 PM