Something strange happens to those who convince their bosses that a
trip to Kinsale would be an enlightening work trip, and not at all a
four-day beer-fest inciting mass amnesia within Soho.
That wholesome Irish air never fails to convince someone that "going
commando" at some stage is a good idea. Last year it was the then Lowe
Lintas executive creative director, Charles Inge, on a golf course. This
year, the nudist was the Lowe creative Don Barclay, who shed his ladies'
pants and lost his shoes, after claiming the twisting lane past The
Spaniard pub was "haunted".
One poor lassie from Spectre, having veered into a wall after a few too
many Slippery Nipples, woke to find herself tucked up in a strange bed
with a big ... bump on her head. She'd been rescued by a local granny,
who released her back into the wild after a hearty breakfast. Ahh.
But altogether more ludicrous were the antics of Camp Leo Burnett when
the creative Paul Miles became embroiled in a bet involving a set of
false teeth, £10,000 and the Irish rocker Hazel O'Connor.
A fellow drinking companion bet Miles he wouldn't have the nerve to snog
O'Connor, famous for an album called Breaking Glass, while wearing the
teeth - the kind of brown, festering gnashers even Ken Dodd would be
Miles knuckled down, wooing O'Connor by showering the stage with root
vegetables and heckling loudly - irresistible. Once down among the
masses, Miles moved in for the kill, planting a tongue sarnie - teeth
and all - on the poor woman's lips.
Miles has met the bet halfway and is £5,000 richer. He might have
other things on his mind, though, after his balls took a pasting during
a gruelling cross-country ride the next day.