london calling

by justine

so, oh mah gawd.

no way.

did’ya hear?

i’m going to london. for a creative brainstorm.  i’m going to london. flying business freaking class.

two equally desparite sources give two reasons for my good fortune:

i. i’m an all-rounder creative with both digital and above-the-line experience which will be invaluable to working out the kinks that come with creating a truly integrated (media neutral) campaign.

ii. someone else more worthy couldn’t go.

if i were the sort who cared, i’d tear my hair out with the anxiety of under-performing next to the shining brilliance of this First Choice, but bigger problems have reared their ugly heads:

how many cameras to bring? which cameras? what film? how many canisters? will i have time to meet my family? ARGH, shopping for winter clothing! uncle steve reported it’s now 0°C? you must be shitting me! do i stock up on thermal underwear? what if i have a brain freeze (hehe)? can i survive a week without JT?

oh, the tribulations of being a rockstar.