As with most things in the virtual world, what applies in reality, is usually pretty spot on in cyberspace. A bore at a dinner party is unlikely to become relevant, interesting and astute when blogging under the cover of darkness. Hence the number of dull blogs - there's a lot of dull people out there.
So why introduce another blog to an overblogulated world? Especially an agency blog? Do we have enough interesting things to talk about at Proximity, or are we too a bunch of self-satisfied bores? Can we add value to our readers' lives - or will we, like many other 'agency blogs' state the bleeding obvious? Will anyone other than our mothers read our blog? Well let's see shall we. Let the games begin. Start by answering my question.
Why another blog?
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To start conversations -- to stir the pot -- to discuss what's innovative / not.
It will only be as good as it's content -- please not another boring self righteous blog from 'adland' that doesn't get regularly updated.
Some of the best shops in town publically post odd things (eg, naked people at naked angles on the Mother site – not sure if they’re still there or not as that was a few years ago) –-
and some of the best innovative thinkers are also the quirkiest and most politically incorrect (eg, Rory Sutherland showing a YouTube video of these young guys’ reaction to watching the video ‘Two Girls One Cup’ to about 300 people at a company meeting -- OMG)
So if we do this let's do it right and make it interesting slash weird.
Why another blog? A very good question indeed. And here's another one: who has nicked my blue recycling box? Now I have to use that Morrison's 'Bag for Life' that suddenly appeared in the cupboard under the stairs. Bag for life my arse. Not much of a life being stuck under those stairs. Not with all that rubbish in there. Try and get the hoover out without having a 7 ton tool box crash on your feet if you can. Never wear slippers when you're about to hoover, that's what I say. No, a house-coat with stockings and suspenders is far more appropriate. And consider if you will that squashed snail by the door. How on earth did that get there? No, it's a miserable life for a bag under the stairs. But at least there's a light in there. Alan from next door must have put it in. It goes on when you open the door. Then goes off when you close it. That's what I call innovation.
Ooh, I just remembered - I must get some Flash and clean that shower. You could stuff a mattress with all those pubic hairs in the plug-hole...
Thank you Chris, that visual will stay with me for quite some time ...
If a branch falls to the ground in the in the middle of a forest but nobody is there to hear, does it make a noise?
I vote to turn off the moderated blogging!
ok - over to unmoderated blogging we go!
Anyway, I just popped out to get something out of the car, can't remember what it was now, and who should I bump into but but Alan - he was sweeping the path. Well, it was a Thursday. Turns out he's got wasps in the loft. Doesn't mind though, never goes up there he says. Which begs the question how does he know he's got wasps? And them on the other side, that Tarquin and Pippa, the've got squirrels, probably the same ones that terrorize Boots. All I've got in my loft is a roll of old carpet and a box of rusty tools that Peter and Susan left behind, and a three foot plastic Basil Brush. Well, you never know when a three foot plastic Basil Brush might come in handy.
It's 40 years since man first walked on the moon. The greatest idea in the history of mankind I'd say. But it's not about ideas any more. Oh no. They've thought of something completely new, and thought up a completely new name for it: innovation. As in 'I've just had a great innovation'. Or, 'hey bud, what's the big innovation?'.
No, all those great geniuses of yesteryear would never have known about it, it's so new. But I was just wondering, how on earth, without this new word, did they invent the steam engine. Or the clock? Or even a majestic Saturn 5 rocket that took man to the moon?
Anyway, I hope Alan likes courgettes, because last night I stuck three in his hole. Dead handy that gap in the fence...
Why was the Marmite in the fridge??
I just popped into Sainsbury's for some Bisto, I was doing a roast, and there before me was a vicar. A real vicar. I'd never seen a vicar in real life before. I first thought I must be involved in some Brian Rix bedroom farce, but no. He had a trolley full of PG Tips (bags, not leaf), and was waiting at the checkout. I resisted the temptation to make the obvious comment, and as I only had one item, he gestured me to go in front of him. There you go, I thought, manners from heaven.
Now, I've also seen that hatchet-faced scrubber from Eastenders in there, swanning around like Joan Crawford, in a headscarf and sunglasses. Shirley is it? You could chop sticks on that face you could. Lives up Athenlay Road apparently, next to Alan's Aunt Olive and their Gordon. But the funniest thing was, she was wearing hot pants, and her legs looked like the top of a can of campbell's chicken soup when you open it.
I suppose Cellulite on a woman is like baldenss in a man. Embarassing, but there's nothing you can do about it. Unless you've you've got real balls, like Elton John...
I Leonardo Di Caprio dead? Well, is he?
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