Over at Adweek, there’s an interesting piece on the infamous night in 1991 when the annual Clio awards show turned into a giant fuck fest with the audience storming the stage and stealing the statuettes. All cos dear old Bill Evans, the then Clio president, had fucked off with all the entry fees and money to feed his massive coke habit and pay for all his rent boys. Bill, who died many years ago, was once a Yellow Pages art director, acquired the Clios in 1972 for $150,000 and built it into a multimillion-dollar company that payed for his many and various dodgy habits. Actually, I was there at the time, I’ll never forget it. And no, I didn’t steal any of the statuettes. I already had a few at home... He said modestly.
I was there with George... Even though I was only 15...