NOT TO COME OVER ALL BAH-HUMBUG, BUT

Fresh off the back of these hugely cynical could-be-christmas cards by Mister Bob Brian, I thought I’d do another really joyful post to end the year with!

My new favourite wordsmith is the poet Wendy Cope. One of her most beautiful pieces of work is this, in my opinion, which I first read on a tube card panel. If you don’t know her work already, I implore you to look it up!

She has also written two really rather wonderful poems about Christmas.

If you’re someone who loves Christmas, you might want to look away now.

If on the other hand, you’re someone who has a somewhat dysfunctional family unit, you might appreciate the dark sentiment behind this one.

I personally think it’s a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.

Either way, merry Christmas one and all!

 

A Christmas Song

Why is the baby crying

On this, his special day,

When we have brought him lovely gifts

And laid them on the hay?

 

He’s crying for the people

Who greet this day with dread

Because somebody dear to them

Is far away or dead,

 

For all the men and women

Whose love affairs went wrong,

Who try their best at merriment

When Christmas comes along

 

For separated parents

Whose turn it is to grieve

While children hang their stockings up

Elsewhere on Christmas Eve,

 

For everyone whose burden,

Carried throughout the year,

Is heavier at Christmastime,

The season of good cheer.

 

That’s why the baby’s crying

There in the cattle stall:

He’s crying for those people.

He’s crying for them all.

 

Like I said, it’s not the chirpiest!

Next up, there’s this UTTER GEM.

I’m not – but it made me laugh out loud. So true!

 

A Christmas Poem

At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle,
The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle
And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle
And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful, if you’re single.

By Wendy Cope

 

 

BEFORE FIELDING, BEATTIE AND BUONAGUIDI WERE FAMOUS…THEY WROTE THESE LITTLE GEMS

About six hundred years ago, Nat and I thought that it would be interesting to see the first student scamps of advertising’s most brilliant creatives.

A bit like how people love watching old clips of hollywood actors in their school plays.

It’s always  encouraging to see that everyone starts somewhere.

Almost a year since we started work on it, we are finally ‘launching’ it today. Hope you enjoy looking at all the work. It certainly made us laugh a lot.

 

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Thank you so much to all the creatives that have waded through moth balls in attics and dug deep in their parents’ sheds to forage for their work. Without you there would be no site.

And thank you to all the other people who have helped us get this off the ground. Paul and Daryll especially,  Debbie and Kate. Maggie Souter from Central Saint Martins, Tony Cullingham from Watford, and Paul Springer from Bucks, who have all helped track down the work of their most illustrious alumni.

We would love the site to keep evolving. So if you’re a creative that’s been round the block a few times, and you have your old book knocking about, please email it to nathalie.turton@bmbagency.com.

So what’s next after #MyFirstFolio?

Maybe #MyFirstFilm – a chance to watch the first steps into celluloid of Ringan and other world famous directors?

Or #MyFirstSnaps – a chance to see Rankin’s first ever photographs, if they still exist in an attic somewhere.

Anyone want to help make that?

 

 

GET THEE TO A NAMERY…

Never, in the history of the world has there been a more urgent need to employ a namer.

You might have heard already, but Google have unleashed their version of Spotify onto the world.

Apparently it’s a worthy contender, from a technical point of view.

The only snag is, it’s got A NAME THAT IS FOUR WORDS LONG. Here it is. When you’ve got five minutes, why not sit down and have a read of it…

Google’s new music offering is called GOOGLE PLAY MUSIC ALL ACCESS.

Surely there is a better name. Something snappier, less convoluted and nerdy? Something that sounds less like, I don’t know, like you’re choking on the trouble-shooting section of an instruction manual?! Maybe one of the naming wizards out there could help them with a new name? Or a budding placement team perhaps? I did love you once, Google…