It's 2013, but it still feels like the 60s in the ad world. And particularly like the backstage of a Rolling Stones concert. Or a back street in Pattaya for that matter. Clothes, and morals are off. Everyone's putting out. We're pimping underage ideas. And nobody seems to be using protection. The client wants to make it bigger, and we're stripping ourselves of everything to help him get it up.
Tell people that fair is beautiful. Done.
Could I see two more alternatives? Sure.
By end of day? Of course.
Name your first born after the brand? Done.
Sell me your Grandma? Why not!
Apparently, the only position that gets the client off is Client-on-top.
