Rumblings of a marketing man on tour…

Which one are you?

Carrie in SATC would be proud…

I went to lunch today. No book, no crackberry, just me, a bowl of soup and Singapore. People watching is amazing, really wish I could stay here a lot longer, time here is flying by all too fast.

Work beckons. I have some liquid assistance courtesy of my good friends at Starbucks this aft…

Iain is back in the office. Wondering how loud he can get here…

Is age really just a number?

Just to be clear…

Jetslag is NOT referring to my antics with the crew (and Dave, who has text by the way), it’s me today. Very little sleep last night, packed calendar today, but like a trooper, I soldiered on. And no Starbucks to assist…

It is gutting though, why 3 days in I have jetlag I have no idea. I digress…

The big conference kicked off today. Went really well, and my two sessions (how to write a best in class marketing brief and how to review creative work), were really warmly received.

Again, I thank Dr. Harrison for his words of inspiration, and years of training. I never realised how fortunate I was to be a part of the team that made magic happen…

I am a total ad geek,  for which I make no apologies. It was great to see people share that passion today, and engage with ads both good and bad. But, you have to take it all with a pinch of salt.

I am telling the group one minute they need at least a week to write a brief, and I find myself in a break-out group an hour later with twenty minutes to crack a tiny little marketing problem. Effectively, generating a little global marketing strategy. No biggy…

Fun and games indeed.

Very flattering that colleagues see me as one of the men for the job, just a little more time would be nice. Especially as I was on the sleepy side. At my age, I need all the beauty sleep (or buckets of olay) I can get to retain that youthful fresh face…

So, one quick question before I sod off out to dinner (One Rochester place tonight in the Hyatt hotel, meant to be one of Singapore’s coolest eateries).

It’s about sex (my question, not dinner).

My question is this. How much older / younger than your own age would you go for a night of passion? Not long term, but just a roll in the hay…

You should find the post comment button above the picture at the top of this post (keep them clean mind, I don’t want arrested by the local authorities!).

Sex and race are a big thinking point for me over here. Alittle audience research might just help shape my thinking before I start jump headlong into the sexual politics minefield…

Anyway, sorry for the braindump. I’m off to eat, drink and sleep my way into oblivion before running tomorrow’s masterclass in somethingng or other…

Iain is jetslagged on day four, but ready for tonight’s banquet…

My order: venti skinny wet latte, extra hot with an extra shot. GOT THAT?

Whenever the family went on holiday as a kid, my Father (tosser), always seemed to bump into someone he knew. As a youngstrel, I was in awe at this.

Could the world really be that small? Did Scottish people only go to one place on holiday?

Did they hold a meeting and arrange their dates so they were all there at the same time?

Was it just a big fat coincidence?

Anyway, today I feel a bit dirty. I did something bad. No, I haven’t seen Dave again (yet), but I did go to Starbucks to work…

Now I have a swish white Samsung netbook (white, N110,  sexy as), I don’t mind getting it out (so to speak) in coffee shops. So, I’m hammering out my presentation for tomorrow (largely inspired by the good Dr. Harrison), and I look up. And there she was.

Mrs. Jones.

No, not she of the song of the same name. Polly Jones, a former colleague from the glory days at Harrison Troughton Wunderman. Her brother works in Singapore (presumably in the Shell building where  my ‘bux was located), and she popped out avec the little ones to visit him.

Although deeply shamed that I didn’t go local for today’s coffee, I am somewhat pleased I bumped into a friendly face.

Good to see you Polly!

Iain is on day three. And was pleased the barista didn’t know what a wet one was (nowt pervy, tis a latte with no foam)…

Yes sir, I can hula...

 OK, the need for coffee was too great, I relented…

Came across this amazing old dude whilst crawling to the nearest coffee house (not starbux, am going local).

In his 80′s if he’s a day (unless he’s had a really hard life), and you can’t see from my shoddy, hungover, shaky handed photo, but his hula bead thing is over 10ft long!

A fine bit of street theatrics. He’d go down a storm at Covent Garden…

Iain is still on day two of his travels. And loves coffee…