It’s been brought to our attention that a number of certain miserable
types within Abbott Mead Vickers BBDO have given Kiki Kendrick a little
stick recently - not necessarily for appearing on Blind Date, but for
having it written up in the Diary.
Hey, lighten up - where’s your sense of humour? Remember, your boss is
wacky enough to be chairman of Millwall Football Club and the agency
continues to inflict Bob Hoskins on a weary nation, so you must possess
Anyway, everyone else - bar a few killjoys in Marylebone - was tuned in
to last week’s Blind Date with bated breath. Would Kiki hit it off with
Gerry from the US Air Force? It didn’t, at first sight, look promising.
He bought her roses in Anjou, she bought him a studded collar. ‘A rose
for my rose’, ‘a stud for my stud’ - sometimes it really isn’t that good
to talk. There was neither friction nor frisson. Don’t you just hate it
when they end up nothing more than friends?
Back at base, Kiki looked nervous as hell. However, the two were
surprisingly nice about each other, pledging even to see one another
again. Still, we wouldn’t advise Cilla to go dashing out to buy a new
As for Kiki’s secret (Campaign, last week), we think some people have
been so mean to her in the past week that we will be super nice and keep
it between her and us. So there. She’s given us a lorra lorra laffs. Ta-