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email@example.comBye-bye the decade with no name. What are you relieved to draw a line under?
Adland’s 19th nervous breakdown.What’s your biggest hope for the decade ahead?
That the word Brexit will be extracted from our collective conscience and language, loaded aboard a SpaceX rocket and fired into the heart of the sun, never to be heard of again. And for it to stop raining.And what’s top of your professional to-do list for the 2020s?
Make some lovely movies. Win a Bafta. Fly to space (and back) with Virgin Galactic.You have to job swap with someone in our industry for one month. Who would it be with and why?
Gio Compario. He’s immortal. And he understands the benefits of insurance. Which I don’t.Who is your best friend in the industry and why?
David Bain. He knows where the bodies are buried. He owns the shovel.What do you think the Friday feeling is?
A creeping realisation that the bastards who you really needed to rely upon to get something really important done today have already melted away into the weekend, the lazy, inconsiderate, incompetent, thoughtless twats.Who or what would you put into room 101 and why?
Christmas. And everything associated with it. It’s had a good run but it’s way past its sell-by date.If you could uninvent one piece of technology, what would you choose and why?
WeTransfer. I’ll send you my reasoning why by WeTransfer, so it remains hidden forever.In the spirit of embracing failure… What has been your biggest screw-up?
Not doing what I’m currently doing, a long, long, long, long time ago.What do you do to stay match fit?
Eat meat and drink alcohol in a sedentary position.What would be your darts walk-on music and why?
Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran. It is by some considerable margin the worst song ever recorded and would therefore have me snarling, swearing and fighting fit for action by the time I stepped on the oche.