If you were not paying attention, it was announced earlier this week that ace ad reporter, Alison Fahey was exciting AdWeek. As Jim Edwards says over at BusinessInsider, this was like Anna Wintour being shown the door at Vogue, ‘cos Alison was a veritable icon of the ad press. It’s all about yet another rancid akeover by some steaming fucking financial conglomerate… Yeah, downsizing, rationalizing and fucking off-shoring. As you well know, it will only get worse… Anyway, back to the story… As I said, she saved my life once. No shit... I was having dinner with her and ace ad columnist and unmatched Tuba virtuoso, Barbara Lippert one night when I swallowed a piece of steak the wrong way and started to choke. The several gallons of booze might have been a factor. However, Alison ran round the table and whacked me on the back and up came the offending chunk of meat. You should have seen the look on Barbara’s face. Obviously, I started drinking again, so I don’t remember much else. But I’m sure we had a marvelous time.
Boschetto - Forty five days, and counting!!!
When she was a child, Alison had a Guggenheim doll that she used to stick pins in!