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What are firms doing about the recession?
I suspect many are hiding under the bedclothes and hoping it'll go away. Or maybe they're like this deer.
I get this impression from one fact and one observation.
Is it politically incorrect to say this? I fear so.
I prefer women to men, always have.
They look nicer, are more entertaining and far more practical. They need to be, to cope with men.
It is probably even more politically incorrect to say I like Chinese women - but I do.
Before that gets me into further trouble I should explain this is nothing to do with sex. It is to do with personality.
Over the years I have worked with a few Chinese ladies. The first was Moy - back in 1958 in my first job in advertising. She was funny and charming in a way I can't quite describe, but she had a directness I loved.
The same applied to Alice, who worked for me about 15 years ago. I lost her because someone who also worked with me was a pain and lost me one or two good people including her - but Alice went on to do well. She too had this charm and directness.
But none could compare, as you will see, with Ling.
Yesterday somebody sent me to her site - http://www.lingscars.com/talks.php.
I was utterly transfixed. Especially when I saw a speech made by the master - is it OK to say mistress? - of that particular universe.
The site is the sort of thing that most marketers would find appalling.
It was voted one of the world's worst websites. But I bet that people spend ten times more time on it than they do on any site produced by people who think they are experts in building websites.
But none could compare, as you will see, if you go and watch Ling. This is 100% what you need when leasing cars. It is a living, moving example of a great car dealer's ad - but with the magic of Ling added.
The car marques build the brands: Ling shifts the metal. Great stuff.
Ling did very well on Dragon's Den, which I never watch as I see so many silly people on it. This is my favourite episode: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mmlx-e_u0i8.
Do you find it takes a depressing amount of time to get anything done?
And that even when you've done it, you're disappointed?
Me too.
It is now several months since I got fed up with the "improvements" made by Blogger to the way you put things up here. They were a perfect example of how big organisations change things - but make them worse.
Anyhow, I've finally managed it, and you will now find my ramblings on a revamped Draytonbird.com. You will also find all my past blogs.
My publisher suggested the other day that we might put together a collection of the best ones - but that sounds like a pretty daunting task.
To be honest I am not yet entirely happy with that site - there's a lot of type floating around vaguely at the top. But it is in Wordpress which makes life easier, so I hope to have it sorted out in the next few days.
There are a great many features that Im going to incorporate, one of which has been on my mind for over a year. It is a listing of all the books, videos, e-books and courses I have created.
There are so many that I gave up going through them a couple of weeks ago. Serves me right for being a motor-mouth.
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Last week a young man I know in Montclair N.J. wrote asking for my advice.
He has a good idea, and approached it in the best way: he has done his research and found a business with several advantages.
I am not going to tell you what the business is, but it is nothing unusual. You can see this kind of business in every town, everywhere.
Most people who talk to me about going into business do so just because they like the idea. Hardly any do their homework. He has.
He has looked at the total U.S. market and how it is growing based on the statistics in Forbes magazine. He has looked at his local area and found there is unusually high demand for what he proposes to sell because of a particular ethnic group. And he has found cheap premises.
He is also very realistic, with a goal.
"It is also relatively cheap compared to other business and I don't plan for this to become a multi-million dollar business. Just something to make a smaller income over time but more so the experience needed to run a much larger business."
This is what I wrote to him:
This is not a bad idea at all and you have started off by doing an analysis, which is the right thing.
You must now do more of the same.
Take a note of and study all the successful retailers you can, both on and off-line.
Try to determine what they are doing that makes them succeed, both in terms of their general approach and in specific things they do.
Read any books you can that seem helpful. Also anything on the Internet to do with start-ups.
I do not mean the kind of "I'll make you rich in 20 minutes" garbage. I mean stuff by people who have been there and done it with serious business - Tony Hsieh of Zappos is an interesting case.
Try to define what it is about your business that will make it better (it does not have to be different - just better).
Write a plan that defines how you will be different and better.
Work out the numbers. Never underestimate how much gross profit you need.
Define your customers. Why will they buy? When will they buy? What emotions will make them buy? How can you make them buy again? Remember, the first sale is not the one that makes you money. How are you going to communicate with them?
Be a customer. Look at what other people are doing and finish the following sentence:
Why don't they .....? Then finish it with something you think people could and should do, but don't.
When you get going, learn to live with failure and keep trying. But equally, don't persist in something that doesn't work.
One of the smartest entrepreneurs I know is an ex army officer who came and worked for me for virtually nothing before setting up his business, which he sold for millions.
So there you are. See you at DraytonBird.com, which is still like a building site, but we'll get there.
Before you read another word, I am not going to sell you a damn thing. I'm just curious, that's all. No: bemused is the right word.
I was talking the other day to a friend who sells a way of finding business prospects on the Internet.
I know it works because we tested it.
I have written about it before, so I won't bore you. However he reckons that for every prospect you now get you could get nine more. All you have to do is spend a little time - I mean minutes - copying and pasting to get it working for you.
So that's a potential 900% more prospects if you can spare a few minutes. And if you don't have enough prospects to chase you'll go broke. But you know what? Most of the people who've asked for a free trial can't be arsed to do it.
People go broke because they're just too damned idle. We had a client not long ago - a well-known firm in financial trouble. We proved that we could transform their business. They just had to give us two pieces of simple information.
It took them two months to supply the first - and so long to supply the second that we gave up and had to sue them to get money they owed.
So now you know why firms go broke. Sheer unmitigated sloth. As the slogan says, "Just do it".
Sorry about the dreadful pun, but it seems to have been raining forever and a day.
Having said that yesterday I visited Glastonbury, where the ever vigilant Chloe who tries to keep me on the right lines comes from.
The day was a joy for many reasons.
To start with, we witnessed a small miracle. The sun shone all the time.
By my reckoning this has only happened once for about ten minutes during this pathetic apology for a summer.
There was lots to look at in Glastonbury. The town is full of slightly dazed-looking folk wandering about in multi-layered, scrupulously mismatched clothes. I couldn't think what they reminded me of, then realised they look as though scooped up in Haight-Ashbury in the '60s and miraculously dumped in this little market town half a century later.
Every other shop is selling bizarre jewellery, fortune-telling, all-round wizardry and any number of loony religious outcrops. I never in my life saw so much mysticism in such a small area. I thought it only polite to get with the programme and in no time at all I was pushing Buddhism prayer-wheels round and making wishes.
Actually I rather like Buddhism. It seems the only major faith that has never thought that slaughtering the unenlightened is a good way to spread the word.
There was a pilgrimage (Christian) going on, too, which we ran into when we went to visit the ruins of the Abbey. The hymns were rather dreary, but you can't have everything. We climbed Glastonbury Tor, where they hanged the last Abbott half a millennium ago.
Perhaps the two best things in the town for a greedy-guts like me are gastronomic.
Burns the Bake sell all kinds of goodies including pasties that are twice as good and half the price of the ones the big chains offer.
A couple of hundred yards away is Knight's who have been around since 1909 and were recently named the best fish and chip joint in the west. We ate in a small sunlit courtyard. Excellent. Their haddock is the size of a small whale.
Back in 1980 I set eyes on the oldest ad I have ever come across in the ruins of Ephesus, in Turkey.
Carved in stone and up to 2,000 years old I guess it is the equivalent of a modern poster.
You could reasonably claim it is a helpful social media message as it gave directions to the local brothel. You might even see it as the ancestor of the kind and helpful emails I get every day from ladies who are just round the corner from my flat, horny as hell and dying for the touch of my manly hand
Those of you with strong views on such matters should stop reading now, but how encouraging to see the ancients advertising something more fun than Coca Cola, McDonalds or Tampax.
Either way, it was wonderfully simple and effective compared to almost all the posters I see today
You may wonder why I often discuss posters.
The reason is simple: it is very hard to devise a good poster. They are a tough challenge - just as banner ads on the internet or classified ads are. So studying them pays
You have to convey a strong, relevant benefit, be simple, dramatic, to the point, include the name of what you are selling and be very brief, as the average poster is only seen for seconds.
Virtually all the posters I see fail on all counts.
They fail to convey a strong benefit and are neither simple, nor dramatic, nor to the point, nor brief - perhaps because those who throw them together have never considered how fast they have to work. In many you can't see the name of the advertiser very quickly.
"We want to look after you well into the future" is the line on a poster near Bristol Temple Meads station.
It is just about possible that a motorist whizzing past might take in all those words, but highly unlikely that they would read the long sentence afterwards which explains why the advertiser thinks they can look after you - which is something to do with an obscure survey they keep topping.
The passing motorist might also be surprised to know that the advertiser - if they ever saw the name - is a power company.
Do you see your power company as looking after you? I think a nurse, or a husband or wife or at a pinch the lady in the Ephesus hospitality suite would be a much more likely candidate.
As it happens there is a lady in the poster wearing what looks like a motor racing helmet. I have no idea what she has to do with gas or electricity. Maybe she is Lewis Hamilton's cousin, lost on her way to one of those confusing Santander bank posters. Her only role is to mystify.
There are only five things to remember about a poster.
Do you remember GIGO - the acronym used in the world of data, computers and so on for Garbage In, Garbage Out.
I have decided that the computer at Lloyds Bank is fed nothing but garbage from morning till night.
Here's why.
I visit the U.S. about five times a year, and have done for the past 12 years or so. I almost always go to the same places - where my son Philip and my daughter Chantal live: Brooklyn and Montclair.
I always need money, so I go to banks' ATM machines, mostly in Montclair or Brooklyn. And at irregular intervals my plea for cash is denied.
Has the art and science of feeding info to computers not reached the stage where they can recognise regular patterns of behaviour? The mystery is that this doesn't happen every time. Just occasionally.
How do banks manage to combine incompetence and rapacity to such an unnatural degree? It really beats all.