After last week’s stories of romping, not to mention rock ’n’ roll,
in Cannes, we felt quite patriotic when we witnessed some action on home
ground at the Midsummer Awards at the Hurlingham Club last Friday. From
what we saw, the awards attract the wrong sort of crowd as there were
too many people enjoying themselves instead of debating the rights and
wrongs of the Creative Directors Forum.
The ladies loos were the scene of much interesting activity. Behind the
faux William Morris wallpaper and pastel soft furnishings, there was a
distinct sound of rustling pounds 20 notes, snuffling and whisperings of
’Give us your Amex then’. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the unmistakable
sound of a couple enjoying a moment of intimacy emanated from one
cubicle. Instead of the expected cries of unbridled lust and passion,
this couple opted for the following conversation:
Woman: ’How did your brother’s interview go? Ahhh. Mmmm.’
Man: ’OK, I think. Hang on, hang on. He never comes across very well in
an interview situation though. He can be quite mono-syllabic. Phew!
Woman: ’We must go to the supermarket tomorrow. Remember, we’ve got
company for supper. Haven’t even got any bread or milk in. Ooh yes,
In the main arena, people were behaving with a bit more decorum. Graham
Fink, of the Paul Weiland Film Company, brought his parents and sent his
mum up to the podium to collect his award. Chris Palmer of Gorgeous sent
a lookalike for his.
A piece of advice to the organisers. Next year take the price tags off
the certificate tubes.
It’s a bit of a comedown from the heights of creative glory when you
realise that your prize tube cost pounds 1.42 at Ryman in Oxford Street.