Thanks to a comment from "ha" and to be honest, it's also on agency spy. There's a piece in today's New York Post about some loony stabbing his girlfriend in the lobby of Draft/FCB. Now I know you're all expecting me to say shit like... "The bloodbath at Draft/FCB has finally hit bottom." Or " Draft/FCB Creative Rumbles are getting bloody." Or "Julie takes bloody vengeance on Howard 'cos he cut off her Effen-Effen supply." But you know what? I'm above that kind of shit, so I won't say a fucking thing.
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Dear diary. Tomorrow I start at Draft/FCB as Laurence's personal trainer!