Thoughts on creativity, Pharma and whatnot
I was having dinner in a very nice restaurant in the financial district of New York (as you do) with some colleagues a few weeks back and the subject drifted, as it sometimes does with those who lived through it, to the time of no-good-shenanigans that our beloved industry used to, while not exactly condone,... Continue Reading →
These days it seems that the copywriter, at least those in the mould of the David Abbotts, Tony Brignulls and Tim Delaneys of yesteryear have almost, if not disappeared, been relegated to the bench. The glitterati of adland are no longer the wordsmiths but the tech developers, the experiential masterminds and the product developers. Copywriters... Continue Reading →
Last year I wrote a blag about being made redundant and how it nearly always leads on to better things and new opportunities. https://ollycaporn.com/2022/06/08/the-redundant-blog Little did I know that I was about to test my own theory when the sword of Damocles finally fell last September and I left CDM London. Me and my big... Continue Reading →
Harold Ramis wrote, but ultimately left out the part of the ex-girlfriend who cast the spell on Bill Murray's character, meaning that he was sentenced to re-live the same day over and over
ollycaporn's blag 