When I was a wee boy, I wanted to be an air traffic controller. There was something about that job that really hit the spot for me. Maybe it was the money. Maybe it was because I’d get free flying lessons. Or hoon around in a Porsche. Basically everything that John Cusack did in Pushing Tin. Including sleeping with Angelina Jolie. Maybe.
Fast-forward roughly 20 years. I’m not an air traffic controller. And I’ve not slept with Angelina Jolie. I’m actually glad I never passed that final interview because, looking back, it would have been ridiculous. Let’s see, I can’t get out of bed. I can’t concentrate for more than five minutes at a time. I can’t see very well. I have to accept that I would have probably (accidentally) killed a lot of people. Remotely.
I’ve been working in advertising for a while now and it suits me. Sure I have to get up in the morning. And I’m not driving a Porsche yet. But I do get to lie about how glamorous my job is: ”What do I do for a living? Well, have you seen Mad Men? Well, basically it’s pretty much like that. Every day.” And, because I’m a copywriter, I get to mess around with words and spend a disgusting amount of time watching YouTube for ‘inspiration’.
This blog contains the fruits of all that laborious YouTube crawling, as well as other random thoughts. Some might be shit. Some might be really shit. Some might be brilliant. Hopefully all of it is interesting and useful. We’ll see.
At least I’m not killing anyone.
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