Another D&AD annual arrives for the so called creative director. Adam places them proudly on his
shelf near his obligatory others. It’s probably the last time he’ll ever touch it.
Whilst asking the sweaty IT guy how to ‘switch on’ his new powerbook, this cuntlapper of biblical
proportions cringes as the sweaty ‘live with mum’ computer geek almost clicks on his looping
MPEG of Myleene Klass showering in the jungle.
After eating a breakfast bagel from a post modernistic bullshit deli, the director treats his puzzled
department to an i-Tune powered concoction of what can only be described as whales screaming
before two dozen South Korean fisherman sink spears into its soap giving carcass.