DIARY: Wagging tongues at ad agency party weren’t just swapping gossip

Last week, we do believe we went to a good, old-fashioned debauched 80s- style agency party: the Rainey Kelly Campbell Roalfe house-warming bash. It’s just that, well, we’re not sure.

Last week, we do believe we went to a good, old-fashioned debauched 80s-

style agency party: the Rainey Kelly Campbell Roalfe house-warming bash.

It’s just that, well, we’re not sure.



There were some clues: a few minor celebrities (Simon Callow, Mariella

Frostrup, Peter York) and even Robin Wight put in an appearance.

Reassuringly, too, Kevin Gavaghan, the former Midland Bank marketing

director, was partying again.



There was a bevy of models - even better, they informed the Diary they

were on a mission to flirt with drooling admen and then do a runner.

There were even rumours of tequila - although we, of course, stay clear

of any substance that needs slamming or snorting. It seems, too, that

current Barbie doll partywear pays homage to the 80s ‘pussy-pelmet’ -

shame all the men always looks so drab.



However, the role of the advertising journalist at such affairs is to

stand back and think what a wild/sordid/shallow/gissa job world

advertising is. It is not, oh no, gentle reader, to cop off with another

advertising journalist in full view of the throng, complete with hip-

grinding and slobbering of tongue.



We have been forced to mention this poor (floor)show by shocked

advertising friends, calling to complain of such a breach of the code of

conduct. Rest assured, no member of Campaign (past or present) was

caught inflagrante licking. So, no head will roll here. Elsewhere, it

may be too late.