Love among the cable huts

On the shores of Suva Harbour, just along from Government House, there was once a row of concrete constructions. They were called the cable huts. It was probably because they were built there by Cable and Wireless. This was an organisation that,…

With friends like these ... a tale of two touchy moments.

Friends and colleagues could be a threat where Clients were concerned. I once had a Client who was a knock-about bloke and a very good friend but he worked for a very religious organisation. He rang me one day, before a meeting we had planned,…

The day I thought I'd gone too far.

Everyone had a Client story back when. Sometimes it was the same story but now and then a tale emerged that beggared belief. I had a Client to whom I had presented a campaign that they really loved. They had said so. My joy knew no bounds.…

How I played the Grinch one Christmas - and loved it.

Back there in an earlier blog I made passing mention of the Commonwealth Bank and the fact that I was, in my early freelance days as Communicator One, called in to develop the launch of the Commonwealth Bank Bankcard. Up until then there had…

A grope in revenge leads to drama

Almost everyone had a favourite restaurant back in the day, one you returned to time and again even while seeking out new ones. Having gone freelance and moved to Playfair House in North Sydney, I discovered Hercule La Botte. The attractions…

The scandal that never was

Back in the corridors of Lintas in Sydney, I must recount the tale of the great bribery scandal that never was. It came about because, as I was given to do, I had bypassed the Agency In-House Producer. I had more than once selected a team to…

Where I came from

Where I came from there was no electricity. Before nightfall each evening you could hear the sound of Tilley lanterns being pumped up to full pressure. They ran on kerosene and their illumination came from fine cotton mantles in the form of…

May contain sexual references

The retelling of this tale will involve nudity and sex. You knew it had to come. The story will carry no names. It was after hours, somewhere after close of business and probably closer to dawn. There were two people, a man and a woman, alone,…

Surviving a goof and keeping cool.

We were ten foot tall and bulletproof back in the day but the fear of losing a Client was just one of the concerns of the upwardly mobile. The other was the fear of losing your job. I never did, but I recall a moment when I thought I might inadvertently…

The hanged and the haunted.

At the time when this tale takes place there were still executions at Suva gaol. The established method was hanging. This story, like many, was told to me by my father. It still haunts me. One of my father’s medical colleagues was the appointed…

The tale of the Desperates' dog and a few thanks at eighty.

I can go no further in these musings without relating the tale of the Desperates’ Dog as I recall it. The Desperates were a club of sorts made up largely of Film Crew with a few Creatives thrown in. (This is not to suggest that Film Crews…

Clients were precious. Mergers were murder.

As we have seen in the previous contribution to these ramblings, windows were important. They were as much a status symbol as just a room with a view.  Mergers failed because of a lack of windows. Very simply, two principals or two managing…

The day the walls came down

Let me take you to the momentous occasion at Hansen Rubensohn - McCann Erickson when it was announced that we were to be thoroughly modernised. No more worrying about the size of our office or its number of windows. We were moving to “Open…

Funny; the little things you remember.

  Three little boys came out into the sunlight from a matinee at the town’s one picture theatre, striding side by side along the boardwalk. The setting might well have been the Wild West, except that the aroma from the storefronts…

Sip! Sip! Sip!

I was once exposed to the danger of employing amateur talent. The subject of the television spot in this case was Bonnington’s Irish Moss. Although it was and is a familiar medicine in the treatment of sore throats, coughs and colds it wasn’t…