Agency: Bartle Bogle Hegarty
Vice president – global advertising strategy and content excellence
Coca-Cola Great Britain
+1 404 414 2889
1, Queen Caroline Street, London, , W6 9HQ
9 September 1967
I get to travel the world and spend time really getting to understand local cultures, local values, local trends, local people. I then have the responsibility of rolling all these local insights and experiences up into big audacious universal provocations that will help us to create transformational marketing plans. When I have the time to stop and think about it, it really does blow my mind.
That instagram is ace. The photo aps can turn the most mundane of shots into works of art.
The word "no" is the fuel of creative brilliance.
Buy shares in Apple. Have had a child with "F" and learned to write everything in just 140 characters.
People who have no material worth, so to speak of, but who teach me the true potential in human value and human spirit. I am inspired by such people every time I go to places such as South Africa or Brazil.
When I tried to sing. Oh why, mum, did I get the white gene (as opposed to the black gene) in the vocal department? Everything else worked out brilliantly but the voice? Painful.
OK. I go to Burning Man. Six days in the desert. Rolling around in dirt. Having my mind filled to overflow in terms of creative stimuli. I know that I'm speaking at a 1,200-strong Procter & Gamble conference the day I return to earth. When I check in with my secretary at Reno airport after six days of zero connection, she confirms that the big name at the P&G conference is Oprah Winfrey! Yes, that's right, Ivan Pollard and I had been invited to be Oprah Winfrey's warm-up act at the world
Harvard-like strategic rigour. Child-like enthusiasm. Cannes-like creative. Dancefloor-like energy.
The voice of Whitney Houston.
A private jet – I'm at San Fransico airport as I type and airports are dull.
Been frightened about being honest to my self and to others. Honesty is such a massive gift. Any yet not a lot of people use it properly.
After two beers, I think I can sing.
I once sat on Johnny Mathis' lap. I was six years old and my mum threw me on to the stage at Scarborough. He sang Climb Upon My Knee Sunny Boy to me. It all went George Michael after that experience. And I was only six.