Apparently, Young and Rubicam’s inimitable director (well, that’s what
the business card says), Stevie Spring, received a few abusive phone
calls last week after the announcement that she was a deserving winner
of our ‘You must remember...’ champagne.
Said abuse went along the lines of ‘Spring, have you got nothing better
to do with your time than read the Diary?’ (Hey, some of us have
feelings too, you know.) Others made reference to the fact that Stevie
has probably quaffed more than enough bubbly in her time to need a free
bottle from us.
In a pathetic attempt to persuade the world that she is a reformed
character, she had the audacity to be privy to an attempted pulling of
the wool over our eyes.
Y&R has opened its swanky new gym. Rashly, we said we might cover the
occasion if the accompanying visual support material was of an
acceptable standard (i.e. if the photo was good enough).
What do we get? In an effort to prove that Y&R board members are not
dissipated hedonists, we receive a photo purporting to show two
directors, one of them managing, working out.
Toby Hoare has clearly never been inside a gym before, and as for
Spring...pray, who do you know that works out in stilettos?
Actually, we have personal experience of Stevie’s athleticism in the
Diary’s local health farm, where we have also seen the fine forms of
everyone from BMP’s James Best and Leo Burnett’s Steve Gatfield to
Dorlands’ Les Stern - who usually ruins his good work by repairing to
the pub immediately afterwards for a pint.
We have also seen much more of the likes of John O’Donnell and Andrew
Cracknell than is considered necessary on most trade titles. At the risk
of censure from the Press Complaints Commission, we welcome all genuine
photos of advertising luminaries pumping iron, cycling and swimming.