I have now returned my nose to its customary position on the grindstone while keeping my head above water yet below the parapet.
With all the stresses and strains of being a butch copywriter AND blogger, you may wonder what this real man does to unwind.
Well, the reality is, this real man spends seven days sitting in a gîte, eating his bodyweight in cheese.
I did go out once. Some local Frenchies took a day off from striking to have a market so I went to check it out.
Looks like someone needs to grasp the concept of ‘broadening your target market’. What’s the French for ‘diversify’, anyone?
**snicker**I could post more stupid pictures but you don’t read this blog to find out about my holidays. You want a witty and acerbic account of agency life. And there's about as much chance of finding that here as there is of a Frenchie saying “Excusez moi” as he elbows you on his way to the front of the cheese queue.
Ooh, before I go, let me offer belated congratulations to Grunders, our resident guest blogger, on the birth of his daughter Amber last week. Beautiful.
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