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Hmmm. advertising that tries to be random - not a good look.

Not sure that this sends out entirely the right message

I thought I make this small post, simply to interrupt the seemingly unstoppable sequence of posts by the incorrigible Miss Wood. The good news is that there may be some other posters coming along soon to lighten her load …

In case you missed it last night, the Can Clan extravaganza can now be found here.

For all those that didn’t make it along to IRN-BRU’s Guinness World Record attempt for the largest ever can-can last Sunday, a glorious technicoloured two minute and thirty second rendition of the attempt will be airing on STV thrice only this week.

Spot times are:
Monday 21st Sept 20.58 - end of Coronation Street
Tuesday 22nd Sept 11.05 - centre break of Journey To The Edge Of The World
Wednesday 23rd Sept 21.15 - centre break of movie What A Girl Wants

Do not miss it!!

Superbly cool new website from leading US agency Crispin Porter & Bogusky. I’m feeling there might be some lessons to be learnt here.

As usual, I’m reading a business bestseller (in this case, Nudge) at least a year after it got popular. However, as a consequence, I was unusually interested in the following from BrandChannel as it provides further ammunition for Messrs Thaler and Sunstein. Apparently, if neighbours are aware of their fellow residents’ energy consumption, they’re more likely to reduce their own. It’s interesting stuff though hidden away here in a slightly rambling article.

Cue a frenzy of bad puns. Here is The Sun with the first of them (but a glowing article so they must be forgiven).

It’s 09/09/09 today. I do like my symmetrical numbers. Perhaps this makes the day auspicious (or devilish if you believe Derren Brown). Anyway, regular (and attentive) readers of this blog will know that it would not be overstating the matter to say that I despise Aberdeen train station. But today, it excelled itself.

I approached the place with caution – after a great conversation with my taxi driver about his one-time speed habit (the drug, not the vehicular kind though I guess the two might go hand in hand). He was worrying that his 12 year old son was going to ask him if he’d ever done drugs. I urged him to be honest about his authority on the subject. He said that was wise advice. I didn’t reply that it was wisdom (more or less) straight from our Know The Score ad - why dilute the glory?

So I step into the station and there’s a sizeable crowd on the forecourt. And there seems to be some kind of music. I had a fleeting thought that T-Mobile might be at hand. But then registered that the crowd surrounding the men’s choir was unusually smartly dressed. My speeding taxi driver led me to believe that the Flying Scotsman is in town so perhaps this was in-station entertainment for the passengers.

So with “who will buy my wonderful roses?” speeding me to my train, I spy it’s a National Express beast. O happy day. My least favourite train station briefly enlivened and a turgid journey cheered by free (albeit erratic) wifi and shortbread. And a rather fine sun starting to set over the sea. Enjoy the rest of your 09/09/09s everybody.