Oh dear, what have we done? Our Valentine’s day top tottie selection has
unleashed a veritable torrent of lust throughout the industry. Judging
by the relative paucity of new names, and the bag of fan mail for the
Campaign’s staff’s own list, we appear to have got our choice largely
All the blatant longing has come from women, natch, ’cos men couldn’t
write in for fear of being deemed politically incorrect. So, if Vince
Squibb would like to get in touch, we could solve his problems on
Saturday nights (providing he’s single - we’re a prudish lot over here).
And, we have solved the mystery of why Gallaher followed the boys to M&C
Saatchi: the client has got the hots for the entire agency.
What other explanation could there be for Christine Barrass’s fawning
letter, demanding the inclusion of ‘cuddly, brown little Nick Hurrell’
who’s ‘the one to wrap up with on a cold winter’s evening’, not the
‘male ice-maiden’, Moray MacLennan. ‘PS Charlie’s not bad either,’ ended
this sick, sick note.
Best of all, if that young Brett Gosper wants to give us a call, he’ll
find that we have the most brazen of all invitations (and from the staid
world of Pearson, at that) complete with saucy photos. Which should wind
up Brett’s current (work) partner, Mark Wnek.