Check out this video of my old mate, Faris Yacob, spouting off about “The Future of Advertising.” He says lots of good stuff, ‘cos he’s a smart fucker, and he’d be the first to admit that over many serious drinking occasions, I have taught him everything he knows. Including, advising him to change his name from Fred Smith to something a bit more exotic. I also told him he could drag down tons of fucking bucks, not by selling his services to a BDA or a BDHC, but by prostituting himself to Small Dumb Holding Company (SDHC) like MDC, ‘cos Miles Nadal, the fucker who runs it, has delusions of grandeur, and expects to become the Canadian Poisoned Dwarf. Obviously, this will never happen, ‘cos Sir Martin will have him put down first. But in the meantime, Faris will have got filthy fucking rich, be driving a “Roller,” and living in a Saatchi-like castle somewhere in Sussex. He will also appreciate who it was that got him there. I therefore expect to be suitably “looked after” in my old age. Along with Kate, of course!
C'mon Faris, don't be a wanker!