What’s the most out-of-place thing, in an out-of-place place, you can out-of-place? Well in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say. A lot of pounds!
Minding our own business, we were just crossing the road one dark night, me and the fam. The Green Cross Man merrily blinked on and beckoned, and the bus had come to a complete halt beside us. The road was empty otherwise.
Last week I attended the inaugural Marcomms 360 conference put on by Campaign Middle East in Dubai – an excellent event that was fascinating, insightful and relevant. However there was one thing that left me rather depressed at the end of it.
No one wants to talk to me.
Whilst we wait for big babies to blow up the world and the Earth’s crust to eat itself, maybe we should wrench ourselves away from our Facebook feeds for one last go at fixing things.
I’m pissed off at the future! Not the future that is to come, but the future that was to be. The one we’ve actually ended up with today.
Car manufacturers are so focussed on selling their products, they’ve forgotten how to sell cars.
The solution? Simple. Look back to look forward. Stop selling an object, try selling an idea.
For a few hundred dollars you can be an Instagram celeb with tens of thousands of followers and some fat Influencer deals! But are you a match for a heavyweight hack?
Is there a way to stop vehicles being used to attack innocents in terrorist attacks?
Yes, there is. We won’t like it though.