’It’s hardly a revelation that PR agencies don’t always attract the
sharpest tools in the box,’ says our source at a Leeds-based media
agency. ’But we recently met a PR who crashed and burned more
ferociously than most.
’A meeting had been arranged with our client to discuss the launch of a
brand, and the PR agency insisted on sending this ’Jocasta’ up from
London. Unfortunately, the dopey Sloane must have panicked when she got
north of Watford on the train and decided to get off at York. She must
have assumed they were sort of ’next-door’, like Fulham and
Time being of the essence, the meeting began without her.
’By the time she arrived an hour later she looked a right mess,’ our
northern correspondent reports. ’Her tights were laddered, her make-up
was smudged and her hair was all over the place.
’She came in, sat down and started squealing about brands that had
nothing to do with the one we were discussing.’
The media agency relished watching this ditzy PR sink in front of a
unimpressed and extremely important client.
’For some reason, she cheered up when she discovered Leeds has a branch
of Harvey Nichols.’