Footbal ruins lives

Haven’t added an entry for ages, just moved to the East End etc. Plus Colin gave me a “fun” brief to work on, for kicks. It was a brief he’d used for the D&AD workshop and he’d been particularly impressed with one or two of the people that he’d seen there. I had to do the brief to demonstrate that I was at least as good as these keen young things, and that he shouldn’t sack me and give my job to them. It wasn’t relaxing and he didn’t like what I produced (a despicable campaign for CRUK Race for Life, where you run an education programme about cancer in schools (“Hey kids, let’s talk about Cancer”) in order to leverage parents into running) but it’s done now. I think I’m going to produce another campaign, just to show willing,

Living with Dan is interesting. We had a row on Sunday morning, that escalated quite quickly into a shouting match. It started when I told him that David Milliband was a sickening New Labour android. Dan goes to watch Arsenal with David Milliband. He ended up calling me a public school wanker, and Eddie had to tell him to apologise.

Dan is a socialist who is terrified of the working class. Fucking terrified. He will not go Clapton, and quite right too. He also said that his government department did not have enough money and was miffed when I told him we shouldn’t have to give it any more than we already do.

I think I’m going to start a website called Football Ruins Lives, a satirical comment on those who would ban public schools, but happily pay money to watch illiterate millionaires chasing a bladder. I hate football. I hate football matches, where fathers take their sons to learn how to shout, swear and become a bloke. The whole sport is a cathedral to conformity.