On my Kelly O’Dea post of yesterday, “Lost in Transliteration” (Golden Dildo Award for that handle) points out that Kelly’s preferred mode of translation was Concorde, sitting just behind “Cockney Git Made Good” Charles Saatchi. Reminds me of when I was working out my deal to join JWT as Emperor of the Known Qwest Universe… I demanded first class air travel. Lew Trencher, JWT’s CFO told me to fuck off, as even Sir Martin Sorrell flew economy. But he’s a fucking midget I protested. Didn’t get me any sympathy. A couple of weeks later, I read in the NYT that whilst in the process of adding Grey to his evil empire, he flew Concorde six times in ten days! When I confronted Lew with this, he replied… Well, you didn’t fucking believe me, did you? Anyway, I always got upgrades and buried them amongst the hotels, booze and hookers on my exploding JWT AmEx card. Like I said in “Confessions of a Mad Man,” when you’re away from your loved ones, you have to make the bastards pay.” Ah, the good old days!
That Lew Trencher... What a pisser!
