Spies at Draft/FCB, London, tell me that the Digital Creative Director recently hit the road to Stockholm for the Eurobest 2008 Festival. Stays at the Intercontinental Grand Hotel (been there, outrageously expensive, even by Swedish standards) Takes his "well endowed" Italian assistant with him for the week-end to "prepare" (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) his presentation. Rest of team left in rainy London with Fish and chips, CD and assistant dining on smoked salmon and caviar at the Cafe Opera. Oh fucking yes... Only one of the great bars of Europe, full of seven foot tall, beautiful blonde women who if they fancy you, will buy you a drink and take you home. What the fuck is wrong with that? When I die, I want my ashes scattered in the Cafe Opera.
Cafe Opera punters!
George - The Viagra must have kicked in. This goes into one of your top posts file!
Posted by: Jealous | December 01, 2008 at 11:27 AM
Jealous...
It's not Viagra... It's the end result of the efforts of the master distiller. Unlike Agency Spy, I don't do bad camera phone videos... I prefer to leave it to the "Theater of the Mind."
Cheers/George
Posted by: George Parker | December 01, 2008 at 02:25 PM
so which one of those is the CD and which one the italian "assistant"?
Posted by: the lower depths | December 02, 2008 at 05:44 AM