It’s a well known fact that if you should wander into Droga5 (Disclosure: In my opinion, one of the top three agencies around) looking for Dave Droga, you’ll probably miss him. He’ll either be outside having a quick fag, or off somewhere exotic to judge yet another fucking award show – And yes, it’s always somewhere exotic! (Disclosure: Dave is a mate, and doesn’t mind me taking the piss… I think!) After reading the news that he is once again being “forced” to shoulder the burden of being Cannes Jury President for the third fucking time… Here’s my suggestion… Dave, stop running around wearing out those five thousand dollar handmade shoes… Go for the big one… POPE… Yes… Fucking POPE… I’ll vote for you. Andrew and Ted can take over the shop… They do everything now, anyway. You’ll be able to smoke in the Vatican and tell everyone its incense…. And if they don’t like it, you can send them to Hell. How great is that? Fuck it, I think I’ll start a “Dave for Pope!” campaign! Whadaya think?
Boschetto - Forty four days, and counting!!!
A "Bruce" for Pope... Over my dead fucking body!
