SO.. the night starts with a few innocent beverages on the top shelf of Sweeney’s, near Town Hall. I went to meet up with my friend Simon - a v-neck, cuffed pant lover of all sorts.. and my rival. He brought his copywriter along. His name was Giles. Yes, I did just remember his very unusual name, well done to me. I got there and the top bar wasn’t manned so I had to go down those pesky stairs to get my wine. Not long after I got back to the table upstairs, the cut on my thumb started bleeding. The now-manned bar staff assured me that down stairs I could fix myself up with a band aid - on the house. So again I trekked down the stairs. But they had no band aids. So back up I went. I started to work up a sweat. So finally I had a chance to sit down and Kate turned up and so did Rees. We had a wine/beers and then decided to head to the loft. It was a pleasant 15 minute walk however all of our stomachs had turned into butterfly sanctuaries.
We got there said a few hellos and headed straight to …. THE WALL. Ha. I’m a bit ashamed at how little time I actually spent looking at the ads. I was mainly just searching through the names and looking out for my own work. Success came quickly when I noticed my Panadol rapid ad on the wall close to the entrance. Yes! My one goal. Achieved. I moved through the crowd, looking for more however I was stopped by people who told me that further down I had something else on the wall. Double YES! I went to check it out, it was KIA - the one I thought was really shit. Go me! Rees got 2 on the wall too.. we are even. Simon got three on the wall I think.. he beat me. But the real winner was Kate, she got 4 on the wall and placed THIRD! lucky biatch. In the end, her book was good that’s what gives me the shits the most. Her chicken in a can was definitely the winner.
When they read out the top 10 for a moment I thought, just maybe I was good enough. But no, sadly I didn’t get in. Oh wells. My tutor, Ben reassured me that my book was argued over and it would have placed 11th if there was an 11th. I wish I didn’t know that. It drives me mental(ps. mental is my new word) thinking if I had just spent a little bit more time on just one of the ads I might have got in there. Never mind, I’m pretty happy just with a place on the wall.
So the alcohol flowed and the food didn’t. I think I ate one mini hamburger and a prawn. I had also only eaten a handful of nuts and fruit for lunch. So things started to become very very boozy. The talking and laughing went on all night, everybody was impressed with my business card. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who thought about doing that. Sadly I didn’t really talk to many creative directors, except my own, Ben. He was really good actually.. he would introduce us to everyone when ever we would come over for a chat. He was also very drunk and kept talking about his 6ft1 dutch girl friend of 4 years. People like to tell me about other tall people they know.
So i went to the pub with Jess afterwards and I think I ate McDonald’s, I don’t remember but I could taste the dirtiness in my mouth this morning. I got a cab home who I think dropped me off at Dulwich Hill train station. It was only after I had paid and he drove away that I realised that I had no fucking idea where I was.. the GPS was wayy blurry so I couldn’t even walk home. I got another cab. What a drunk idiot.
