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Thursday, 15 April 2010

Asleep on the job? Surely not.

After a bracing few days pontification at Ken McCarthy's System Seminar in Chicago, I'm back in Brooklyn to find I have become a grandfather again - though I'm very worried, as young Rowan Drayton is 2 months premature.

So we won't talk about that, but about something I noticed when on an architectural tour of the Windy City** where one of the many interesting buildings is the HQ of Crane Publications, who publish AdAge.

I began my career over half a century ago on a trade magazine, and am somewhat relieved that I never kept any copies because most trade magazines are rubbish - though AdAge is very good, unlike its U.K. counterpart, Campaign, which is little more than an extended gossip column.

Most advertising industry publications (and I read several) tend to be full of arse-licking interviews of marketing directors, with many a quote about their vision, courage and farsightedness, mostly from either their advertising agency, one of its competitors hoping to snare some business or someone they drink with.

There is little serious analysis, because trade journalists are poorly paid and rarely know or are industrious enough to learn much about the industry in question. The publications really exist to make money from advertising space and conferences which are often even worse than the publications since they don't pay the speakers - who tend to be marketing directors there to boast about their stupefyingly dull "strategies".

There are exceptions, but as a breed marketing directors seem to be either incompetent or exceptionally unfortunate, as the only figures I have seen suggest that in the U.S. and U.K. they last on average less than than 18 months on the job. Just long enough to make fine promises, change everything whether it is good or bad so as to be seen doing something, produce little, no or downright bad results, get found out and sent on their way with a goodly sum.

One reason for this, I have always thought, is that the people who hire them - the chief executives - tend to know nothing about marketing. Another is that rather than seeking fresh talent they tend to hire people who have done the job before, thus perpetuating a never ending spiral of mediocrity.

For some reason this is particularly the case in the financial services industry where people who have virtually destroyed good businesses (in one case
did destroy a fine old firm through a witless exercise in "rebranding" - the halfwits' substitute for thought) have no trouble finding new mugs to hire them. This shows that the hirers themselves are so stupid or lazy that they fail to look at the careers of their new hirings.

All this is prompted by an unintentionally hilarious little piece I saw in Aussie Adnews which read: "Snooze national marketing director Drew Warren-Smith has left the company after more than 10 years". A poignant extra touch was the fact that the city where this sad parting occurred was misspelt as Melbounre. Par for the course in this kind of journalism.

The high point of my visit to Chicago was nothing to do with marketing or architecture. It was an evening listening to the
astonishing 87 year old Von Freeman, still playing great tenor sax and cracking funny jokes in a great little joint called the Apartment on the South Side. He really encouraged me to keep going till I drop. See him on Tuesday nights - and remember Lester Young.

**Incidentally, the "windy" title, our excellent Chicago guide told us, comes not from the weather but from the verbosity of 19th century Chicago politicians. And if you're ever in Chicago, I recommend 312 restaurant, which gave me some of the best Italian food I've had outside Italy - and very reasonably priced if you don't drink the wine, which is absurdly, even laughably, overpriced in Chicago restaurants.

Thursday, 8 April 2010

A little healthy debate - and my election manifesto. Vote early and vote often for Ian's dog Moose!

I normally try not to repeat myself too much, but I just had an interesting exchange on Facebook with David Hodson - well, interesting to David and me, anyhow.

I first wrote that Gordon Brown in an attempt to seem ordinary rather than fucking useless asked a supermarket worker on one of those phony meet the real people events in the futile hope of seeming less like a bloody Dalek whether he' d get a job there. I then wondered if they have any toilets that needed cleaning, since if he did anything more demanding even Tesco would be bankrupt in a fortnight.

David then asked, "But would you employ someone who has done an ok job for a number of years or employ someone with no credentials who seems like a dick??"

I thought his premiss rather suspect, to put it mildly and replied: "If by 'an OK job' you mean a man who while in charge of its finances has managed to produce the greatest level of debt this country has ever enjoyed, saddled us with a horde of useless public "servants" and is a proven liar about just about everything you can name starting with how he let the military down, the analogy bears little scrutiny. Though on the other hand, Cameron does seem a complete tosser, and the origin of our ills is just as much the kleptomanic Bliar."

David responded: "That's exactly what I meant - and by debt do you mean digging the financial institutions out of a whole (sic) with our money to protect our money?"

I then responded, "No, I don't mean that. I mean the squillions pissed away in the 11 years before; the catastrophic shift of resource from 40% public to 53%; the insane public/private partnerships which have fucked our transport system - and cost billions; the further billions squandered on consultants; the still yet more billions lost on computer systems ... and so on. And I wasn't thrilled when he stole half my pension fund which took me 25 years' hard work to fund all this.

That was just the final blow. The fact that so many of the people involved in "sorting" that out were his appointees is another matter. An OK job? The man could not run a public lavatory. As I pointed out on my blog a bloody Labrador would have done better - and would certainly be more trustworthy and likeable."

That's enough politics, folks.

Monday, 5 April 2010

World's best seminar invitation: The Power of Assertive Commmunication - for women

Turning aside from the depressing Annual Report and Accounts of Kiddy-Fiddlers-For-Jesus (Rome) Inc., let us get back to business.


As regular readers may have noticed, one of my chief pleasures in this wonderful digital age is to take note of the sundry invitations I get sent, often to free seminars about networking or not-to-be-missed opportunities to get rich in the next 3 days, garnished with free DVDs worth $10:75 that other gullible sods paid $47,323 for not too many months ago.

A surprising number of these seem to come from Texas, by the way, home of G. W. Bush, the great statesman, practitioner of random capital punishment and the "let's start another war and make my friends rich" approach to managing world affairs.

Why is that? Is misrepresentation a Texan speciality? It's only a couple of weeks since I ran a seminar on a fundraising letter from a rogue who lives in Detroit, but sends his begging letters from an address in Texas

But I digress.

One seminar firm in particular provides me with a regular flow of chortles, as they seem to specialise in selling stuff to dithering executives in dysfunctional, ill-run organisations whose staff are (what a
surprise!) demotivated.

They pump out a seemingly endless flow of advice whereby managers can either stop their staff giving them a hard time or, after they have failed, fire them without having to pay too much compensation.

However, the prize for invitation of the decade has to go to the subject line of one I got today: LAST CHANCE ! Women's Leadership Series: Power of Assertive Communication - 4/8 Audio Conference.

I've been battered, bullied, hit over the head with a tape recorder, screamed at incessantly, subjected to day-long torrents of tears, had to walk to hospital with a bleeding artery and stabbed - twice. All women. How about the Power of Polite Invitation?

I thought it fitting that this arrived on the day that, allegedly, Christ rose from the dead, because one of the attempts at communication I mentioned left me literally within in an inch of my life and I only failed to bleed to death from another because I lived near St. George's Hospital.

If it happened today I would be dead, because that hospital is now an absurdly overpriced hotel. Not an improvement.

Friday, 2 April 2010

Happy Easter - from Moscow


I thought you might like this. It's from my Russian publisher, and it rather took my fancy.

Tomorrow I'm off to New York to see a couple of my children ... and put together my talks for Ken McCarthy's System Seminar in Chicago.

A little bit of jetlag usually shuts me up for a while, so you can look forward to blessed peace.

Have a good weekend, everyone!

Thursday, 1 April 2010

Be careful what you wish for


An Aussie truckie walks into an outback cafe' with a full-grown
emu behind him. The waitress asks them for their orders.

The truckie says, 'A hamburger, chips and a coke,' and turns to the emu, 'What's yours?' 'I'll have the same,' says the emu.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order 'That will be $9.40 please,' and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment..

The next day, the man and the emu come again and he says, 'A hamburger, chips and a coke.'


The emu says, 'I'll have the same.'

Again the truckie reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again. 'The usual?' asks the waitress.

'No, it's Friday night, so I'll have a steak, baked potato and a salad,' says the man. 'Same,' says the emu.

Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, 'That will be $32.62.'

Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.

The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. 'Excuse me, mate, how do you manage to always come up with the exact change in your pocket every time?'

'Well, love' says the truckie, 'a few years ago, I was cleaning out the back shed, and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.'

'That's brilliant!' says the waitress. 'Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!'

'That's right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there,' says the man. The waitress asks, 'What's with the bloody emu?'

The truckie sighs, pauses, and answers, 'My second wish was for a tall bird with a big arse and long legs, who agrees with everything I say.'

Thanks, Henry Langhorst. Beaut.