We’re a funny sort us copywriters… You see, I turned 33 this week. Having spent most of the previous year being 32, I’d been expecting it. But I wasn’t expecting a card from my auntie with my face plastered on Don Draper’s body. (What did we do before Moon Pig, eh?) Of course, it was a lovely thought, showing they knew I worked as a writer in advertising in some way. But, in reality, the…
As the rain pelts down outside, we take our seats in the main hall. I guess this is what they call a buzz. To me, I’m not so sure, it’s more of a warmth. A glow maybe? It might just be the lights bouncing off the wood-lined walls. Maybe it’s that most people have a day off work. But I think it’s more than that. Looking around I get the sense others feel the same. This isn’t just an online platform…
