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Scotland’s Big Picture today on the BBC website is (in the collective sense) ours.

Check it, as Ahmad used to (and in fact, probably still does) say.

“I’ve never used one but I had to have one.”

(From BBC coverage on the iPad launch).

Surely the dream consumer.

Marketing Society Star Awards on Friday night. We did really rather well (oh how arrogant) with a couple of golds, seven silver awards and five bronzes between us and our tangible cousins.

Our esteemed Scottish Government client - for whom most of the above awards were collected - won Marketing Team of the Year which was very well-deserved.

IRN-BRU’s storming Can Clan event last autumn carried away one of the above silvers which was equally well-deserved.

But far and away highlight of the night was our very own Planning Director and my personal master, Mr Amers, winning Agency Star of the Year. Here he is looking modest. Though he hardly needs to.

In the past few days, some proactive soul has taken to chalking alerts onto the pavements of my local streets:

WATCH OUT (arrow pointing in appropriate direction) DOG POO

These chalk alerts sprung up (?) overnight it seemed. The considerate artist circles the offending item and follows it up with the above warning a couple of yards away with a suitably directed arrow.

Incredibly considerate. And I can’t help but marvel at a concern for fellow man that appears to overwhelm a surely natural distaste aroused by such a chalky circling act.

I would like to hereby welcome a new trend. I shall call it guerrilla citizenship. Remember, you heard it here first.

In another of these bizarre moments which punctuates my professional life, I am sat in a Holiday Inn hotel room up in Aberdeen with a sheepskin rug and Freddy the shipwrecked cat lying on my bed waiting to be taken to tonight’s groups.

Freddy is one of these sinister stuffed to look like a real curled up cat beasts, complete with cattily closed eyes, pink nose and whiskers. The sheepskin rug looks much like any other.

And in another (and remarkable to me) first, I have a peculiar little bathroom that has a door which closes to detach the bathroom from the bedroom. But it is cleverly hinged so that it also swings 90 degrees into the bathroom and can shut again, in a door frame which separates off the toilet portion from the sink. With only Freddy the shut eyed cat for company, I can’t imagine that much of my modesty is at stake. But how handy it could be if you were two a bed in the real bed and another two little ones in the sofa bed. So teeth could be brushed with all of this aforementioned modesty still intact. Ingenious.

I learn something new every day.

Are completely and utterly in order for a bevvy of Leith beauties who have just beautifully passed their IPA Foundation Certificates. Although talk about foundations does them scant service as they’re all far superior to that. So big hats off to Brieanna, Christine and Toni. You can rest assured that they are well and truly foundationed when dealing with them in the weeks and months to come.

Now I think I can comfortably say that I’m not easily outraged. But this morning’s Metro took things a giant step too far I think. A little bit biased as we do a lot of work with the Government to tackle knife crime. But surely a national newspaper that is widely read by kids on the bus on the way to school isn’t quite the right place to feature a pretty girl eulogising about her knife collection…??

Words of wisdom in The Scotsman from our illustrious leader. (Richard Marsham, I mean, not Victoria Raimes.)

Permit me a moment of indulgence as I’m holiday-refreshed but half-addled from a night’s election-observing. But whilst this isn’t the place for political commentary, allow me to share a pome I uncovered in an couple of week’s old issue of the Observer. I’m sure it’s very poignantly topical.

Garden

by Sam Willetts

Look to your life.

to your one given garden.