I write to you, dear reader, from the small village of Existential Hangover (population: one) as we’ve just returned from our annual weekend away. This year’s venue: a rather lovely country house in Bath.
Following the regular amuse bouches of Directors’ presentation and agency group activity (it’s important we practice what we preach at least once a year), the serious business of moderate self-abuse began.
Feeling a bit sketchy today then.
Never mind. I can always cheer myself up by repeatedly watching this little snippet of our Roo taking on the ultimate half-cut man challenge: table wrestling.
Watch closely and you’ll notice Caroline lending a well-meaning but fairly ineffectual hand. If I was feeling a little brighter, I’m sure I could find a cutting metaphor for the client service/creative dynamic in it.
But I’m not. I’m really not.