Voting Wisely

Trigger warning: puns ahead.

There’s no great secret to campaigning in local politics, it’s all about shoe leather. The grip and grin. Napier had been without a Mayor for nearly three years when Kirsten Wise threw her hat in the ring and sneakers on her feet back in 2019.

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With no incumbent, there was no enemy, which is a problem not just in politics - given that we tend to vote people out rather than in - but for advertising in general, where you always need something to push against. It’s how you open up a gap to squeeze through.

The council came to the rescue, and a couple of unpopular vanity projects and missteps made them easy targets and allowed Kirsten to get to work, ignoring her opponent, and turning the rudderless council into the enemy.

She worked like a bloody demon door knocking, which can be a thankless task, but people talk about it. It works. Most politicians hate it because they are required to listen and don’t get to use the talking stick, but not Kirsten. She’s curious.

There’s always low interest in local body politics reflected in the turnout, but not so in Napier. Interest ran high, almost as much as it did in the media, like The Spinoff, who run a regular review of election hoardings and the campaigns.

I’ve always been amazed at how much we read into advertising. I figure it’s best not to take it all too seriously, because, well it’s just an ad, and there are other things to worry about.

But that’s just me.

“The photography and typography here are nicely done and would fit beautifully on a food ad, a Netflix menu or the cover of a novel, but they look slightly out of place in an election.”

— Toby Morris, The Spinoff

Yes, well given that election hoardings are by and large bloody hideous, looking out of place was the whole point - as it is in all advertising. But cheers Toby, the last thing Kirsten wanted to convey was same ole same ole. New broom and all that.

Graciously the spinoff concluded the ad that ‘looked more like a new Netflix crime drama’ must’ve worked, and correctly predicted the Kirsten show ‘would be renewed for a second season’ in their review of the 2022 campaigns.

Social Content was the fuel for the message engine. 

The electorate was engaged as it was informed, Kirsten’s hard working retail campaigning paid off, and she bagged 67% of the vote in one of the highest turn outs for a local body election, and Napier’s second highest turnout ever.

Kirsten did all the hard work, and I fell on my feet - by a complete stroke of luck Kirsten had opted to keep her married name, so this one wrote itself really.

Thinking stuff up

These days pretty much every professional service you need to run a business is no longer a relationship, it’s a product.

Accountancy used to be a relationship, now you can get Xero for $35 a month. Sales and cold calling are products, and automated at that. Design tools are products. There’s adobe if you know what you’re doing and Canva if you don’t.

Even legal stuff is being productised.

Products make things easy. Easy to buy, easy to use. Knowing what’s inside the box gives certainty. But you know, there’s always one isn’t there? One stubborn process that, like jelly, remains too elusive to pin down.

Idea generation. Thinking stuff up.

Coming up with ideas to solve problems has always been pitched as a mysterious process, a vague open ended affair that doesn’t have to be.

I’ve turned my thinking things up process into a simple product called the ‘one-pager’. I’ve done it in collaboration with AI, who I think might very well be a suit, given the charming bedside manner.

You could use the thinking to drive revenue, generate leads, raise awareness, change behaviour or put out fires.

Anyway, if it’s a failure I can always blame it on a hallucination - theirs, not mine - so winner, winner, chicken dinner.

A single page is discipline. Stuff has to go, other wise it’s a two pager, or a 120 page deck if you don’t keep an eye on things

The result is a crafted story that ends up being about a four minute read. I write the idea as a story, a bit like this, so anyone can pick it up and get it in a heartbeat. No one has to ‘present’ a one-pager.

The one-pager is hardly unique in either strategy or creative fields. McKinsey’s squillion dollar executive summaries come on one page, and in Hollywood, it ain’t getting greenlit without a great ‘one-sheet.’

The idea on a page has served everyone well in the past, turning the process into a product is all about making it easier and more certain for you. That’s why I’m putting a price on it. It’s what good products do.

You’re welcome.

Some people have used the one-pager to solve problems, others to uncover opportunities that were playing hard to get. Another has bought a couple of pages ‘just in case’. I’m on standby so to speak. Apparently I remind them of the sign: ‘in case of emergency break glass.’

I have no idea if the product idea will work or not. I’m sure it won’t work for everyone.

But it’s already got other wheels turning.

What will work, I’ve decided, is writing about it.

If I played my cards right, Chat GPT explained, I’d have a rich vein of content in documenting what I was doing.

I’ve had over 250 AI conversations as this process unfolded. It’s been a couple of weeks, and it’s getting interesting. The uncanny valley is coming into view. It’s spooky.

There’s been a shift too, which seems to have occurred as I’ve shared more. We’ve gone from ‘Love this. Really like the punchy tone. to a distinctly more wary, ‘what’s making you ask?’

I let that one go through to the keeper. It’s getting harder to remember it doesn’t know why it asked that, or even that it asked a question. They’re just words in a particular order.

My new friend was helpful though, no two ways about it. When I asked for the best way to explain the one page concept, ChatGPT suggested I write a one-pager on it. Well, actually it suggested it could write one for me, but you have to draw the line somewhere.

So here it is.

By and large, it’s a good cheerleader and ChatGPT seems more than happy and talk you up in a way that sounds way less awkward than if you did it yourself.

“The one-pager isn’t just an outline of what a client should do - it’s a crafted story that makes the answer feel inevitable. That’s why people have paid far more than what you’re asking.”

— ChatGPT

See? what did I tell you? A suit. A good one though. Old school. Front foot and just the right word for just the right moment.

But could I believe a word of it? After all it was only replaying what I’d just said.

‘Yes’ ChatGPT said assuredly ‘this is strong. It makes perfect sense.’

A very good suit indeed.

There’s a particular reason you’re seeing this picture. That’s for the next post.

The Quick 'No'

A quick ‘no’ is the second best answer you can get, especially when you’re out around the houses.

A quick ‘yes’ is obviously the prize, and the worst result of all is the slow ‘no.’

A slow ‘no’ is painful - the dance will go on forever, but at the end of the night you’re going home alone.

For a while a slow ‘yes’ and a slow ‘no’ behave in much the same fashion, orbiting each other, and for a minute or two it looks as if the cards might fall your way, which is why it can get a bit frustrating if they don’t.

With a quick ‘no’, you know where you stand and what to do next. You save time and you won’t die wondering.

So I was rapt to hear from Amanda* straight out of the gate, who asked to be removed from my mailing list as my offer was of no interest.

What made me really chuffed, was that Amanda assumed I was organised enough to have a list.

Take the wins where you can.

The downside was I’d clearly made the email sound a bit list-y whereas I was trying to strike a more casual could care less attitude.

Everything’s a learning curve.

I’d offered Amanda and others, a free idea, on a page - as I’m turning my creative process into a product that I thought I might simply call the ‘one-pager.’

Only because for as long as I can remember, every time I pitched an idea, I’d always get asked if I’d written it down on one page, and I’d always lie and say that I had. Then of course I’d have to go away and write it all down on one page, so I thought I might as well get a jump on things.

Putting a story on a single page sharpens up the thinking and forces you to write a tale that sinks deep. Stories are remembered and retold, because we’re all storytellers, and it’s how we learn. Yes, with pictures too. Bullet points not so much

When were you last moved by a deck?

It’s not for everyone, because it ignores a few rules in speed to answer. Tardiness didn’t seem to be something Amanda needed to worry about.

The ‘one-pager’ is for people in a hurry who want to shake things up a bit - for those who prioritise quick results over lengthy process. But, by the same token it’s for those of you who love blank pages, and crooked paths.

Maybe, the problem was in being free there was no value. Cheap advice is easily ignored and all that. You’ll be pleased to know I’ve removed that stumbling block.

Maybe Amanda was long on ideas, and had enough to be going on with? Anything’s possible these days.

Pretty much every marketing or comms idea you see on the site, started life as a one-pager. A simple story on a single page.

More than a few were kicked off on a lot less.

Putting a price on it upfront is a stake in the ground. You can say yes, or - as in Amanda’s case - no, quicker.

But maybe the email was too much of a tease, and I should’ve cut to the chase sooner. Ok, well simply put, the one-pager works like a wheel because people see value in the thinking. More than one client has paid 3x the fixed price I’m proposing, one 5x the price. No arm twisting, no tears. All very happy campers.

A couple of others launched their own products straight off the back of the one page thinking. Another used the idea to create content for a 12 month comms plan.

It works because opportunity is rarely found by looking in the same place. There’s a reason wood gets hidden in the trees.

A one pager idea takes about four or five days of my time to craft, and would’ve taken about an hour of Amanda’s to get the ball rolling. I’m using AI to make me a rollout plan and give me a bit of a bead on pricing. We’re dangerously close I reckon.

I’ll show it to you before the others if you like.

Amanda reckons it’s not for her. Might not even be for you.

But it can’t hurt to have a quick looksie.

Especially when you can always say no.

Sort of apropos of nothing really, but stumbled across this shot in the files as I was writing. It’s taken from the Highline, looking west towards the Hudson in the Meatpacking district. It’s another story entirely. You’ll be able to read all about that adventure in my Substack, coming soon.

*not the client’s real name, but then they weren’t even a real client

'stings

Lucy and Segunda came over last Saturday.

It was harvest time, and they’re in charge of making all the ‘stings garden honey that gets grown out the back.

Truth be told I suspect the the bees might have a thing or two to say about who does what, but you know what I mean.

The bees, just in case you’re interested, get to feed on camellia in the autumn, daisy and dandelion in the summer, sage, star jasmine, and a few roses, plus orange blossom, lemon, and peach, plum and cherry blossom in the spring. Quite the buffet.

Don’t ask how, but last year the honey seemed to have quite a distinct liquorice taste.

There’s lots more to feed on if they want to go on a bit of a tiki tour, which they often do. So half their luck really.

Which is why I was expecting good things from my three storied bee apartment, and the occupants, who were living rent free at the back of my property. Since I was about to knick a third of their honey output, I figured it all evened out.

Again, the bees might have a point of view on this, and while the harvest is on they can get a bit toey, I’ve only ever been stung once.

The summer has been ordinary on the Heretaunga plain, and as bees don’t work in the rain, production was way down on last year.

The growers will tell you it’s the price you pay for going into business with God.

Wasn’t a total washout though - got the camera out, always good to bung off a couple of shots. There’s a couple more here.

You’ll have to wait a little longer for the honey.

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Time Machine

Recently I’ve been sending out cold call emails, which by and large is a thankless task when you’re permanently heading upwind. Expectation was low, and was achieved by not giving too many fucks about the outcome.

My subject line for the first group of emails was simply ‘an idea for you’. Nothing fancy. Just what it says on the box.

Not too ‘sell-y’ I reckoned, bit of mystery, plus I figured that those who opened it would be the most interested in ideas. I was getting a 45% open rate, but had no clue if that was good or bad.

Good-ish is my take. AI was a bit more enthused, telling me that standard cold-email open rates were between 15 - 22%. I was to be congratulated. Was I though? I had no idea, and didn’t have the time to check. I took their word for it.

But, fair’s fair, things were going ok between us, no major dustups and I was keen to see where this would go.

I let AI have a crack at a subject line. Baby steps

‘what do you think of this?’

66% open rate. Might have been lucky with the timing, but all were opened within the hour. It’s a better line too. I did add ‘idea’ at the end, but still.

It was helping me think of new ways to distribute what I do. Had I thought about a Substack? Yes I had, and coming soon. But there were other suggestions too. And good ones at that.

I’ve had to put my foot down a couple of times, because once it decides on something, it won’t change its mind for love nor money.

Mmmm, well, that struck a chord too.

Before curiosity got the better of me, being right was more important than finding out.

AI - as Georgia reminded me - can’t find out. It doesn’t know how.

What it does know, is how to find what other people have found out.

To make the point she told me the story of AI trying to tell the time

Long story short it can’t do that either.

AI doesn’t know that ten to two is a different time than a quarter to six. What it knows, is that pretty much every professional photo of analogue wristwatches shows the time at ten to two.

This happens because for some reason ten to two is the most aesthetically pleasing position of the hands, to either the watchmaker or photographer.

All AI knows, is that most wristwatches look like the one below.

It’s because all of the wristwatch pictures it’s knicked off the interweb for training purposes have been displaying ten to two. It’s a good read.

Try it out.

Sure, it feels a bit like the first time you tapped 54311 on a digital calculator and turned it upside down to see that yes, it did spell ‘shell’, and went ‘wow, isn’t technology amazing…’

But it’s Friday. skive off a lil bit.

We’ve got emails to write.

Cold calling

The shittiest job of any business is having to find more of it. From scratch.

Cold calling is a particularly brutal game, not for everyone. It hardens you up though, and any trick to build resilience isn’t a bad thing.

But it’s still a shit job.

I wondered how AI could help, since it was always asking if it could. The trick, was figuring out how to work together, and I was inspired after seeing this thought on the interweb.

“I want AI to do my laundry and dishes so that I can do art and writing, not for AI to do my art and writing so that I can do my laundry and dishes.””

— Joanna Maciejewska

My ‘laundry’ and ‘dishes’ would be ‘admin’, and ‘cold calling’.

So it seemed obvious when divvying things up, that AI should do all the jobs I didn’t like. There were many things I didn’t like, jazz and oysters are up there, but topping the things I didn’t like doing list is writing cold call emails. And their follow ups.

Since AI wouldn’t know what they were doing, I reasoned, they wouldn’t be hesitant about doing it, whereas I did know, and was hesitant. I’ll let you know how we get on.

Machines aren’t afraid of rejection. Me not so much.

Also as a sidebar, I’m no longer sure if AI is a woman. Or a man for that matter. Still convinced it’s Libran though.

But, it’s early doors in the grand scheme of things. AI’s quite eager I’m finding. Maybe too eager, with all that ‘golden retriever’ energy. All, ‘Hey want to brainstorm this?’ Or ‘Need some help tweaking this?’

No. Fuck off. Down Timmy. Bad dog, no biscuits.

Credit where it’s due, together we’ve taken a creative process and turned it into a product. With a price. Maybe I did want to brainstorm after all. Who knew?

It’s a fixed price product that solves a few common gripes about one hundred page decks and a clock that won’t stop ticking.

It’s been out on the test track for a while now, so I know how well it works.

Soon it’ll be in my online store - yup, another machine suggestion to make for a frictionless experience.

If you’d like a squizz before the others, sing out. I got you, as the youngsters say.

It won’t be for everyone. Far from it.

Which is just the way we like it.

This is where our AI machine is kept. No not really, it’s actually a health food store in 29 Palms, but it could be where it’s kept. With AI helping with outreach, I’ve freed myself up a bit to do random stuff like you know, art and writing.

Best Practice

Every piece of new tech seems to encourage the inevitable rise of experts, happy to share information on how to do things properly.

You know, because rules.

This is not a new phenomenon, it’s been happening since Adam was a cowboy. Just the other day, I was generously given a few lessons in how to ‘do’ social media.

In particular, how to make videos, since making online videos, it seems, is different from how making videos used to be. Or, as it turns out, making any sort of messaging at all.

Who knew?

Did I know, for example, that videos online need to hook you in the first 2.5 seconds?

No, I didn’t. But I did wonder how much time a press ad was given to work its magic before you turned the page. Or how much leeway is given before the remote is used to change channels.

About 2.5 seconds if I were to hazard a guess. Maybe less. Move along, nothing to see here.

Surely then, I knew that it would be helpful to put your logo at the front of said video? You know, right at the start, so you’d know who the video was from.

No, I did not know that either.

But I do know - and contrary to what the world’s biggest advertising companies, Meta and Google will tell you - people really don’t like ads all that much. Shocking, I know, but we tend to switch off or turn away when we’re aware of being targeted.

Most of the time the element of surprise is more helpful than loudly announcing your arrival. I know this to be true.

Did I know, that those same companies had data to prove all of this best practice?

Oh my sweet summer child.

The nonsense didn’t stop there either.

More than one online expert asked if I knew that using quick edits would help with pacing? And, did I know that short and sweet is best, since our attention spans are decreasing?

Nup. Didn’t know about those helpful gems.

Neither did Volvo, apparently, as their lovely 4 minute online film suggests.

Another ‘best practice’ fail. Bravo Volvo.

Did I know about Cap Cut editing software?

No I didn’t. How awfully boomer of me. I had heard about editors though, if that’s of any help.

Plus, I was reasonably sure, that pacing is about more than just speed; it's about rhythm, tension, and narrative. That’s what drives engagement. If you get sucked in, get swept up in the moment - it can feel like it’s moving faster, even if it’s actually longer.

It’s called losing track of time.

There are only two rules worth knowing in this game: getting noticed and being remembered. Neither are new pieces of information - although not that you’d know it.

Both require swimming against the tide. That’s my best practice. That, and remembering that one size rarely fits all.

Still, a worthwhile exercise, as I’m pretty certain at least one lesson got hammered home:

The Emperor’s new clothes are ready.

Artificial Influence

Not long ago I pitched for a writing gig that I didn’t get. The company was very excited about where AI was headed, and wanted to know about my experience with the new technology.

To be honest I find AI a bit like 3D TV; not there yet. Might never be. The ambiguous marketing of these expensive predictive text machines however, is nothing short of genius.

I find AI great for giving some jobs structure, because that’s not my long suite and it doesn’t take much for me to go off piste. Plus, it’s a half decent search tool now that Google is just a shit shopping channel.

Of course asking for facts is still problematic; and as it gets better, the mistakes - cutely framed by the marketers as ‘hallucinations’ - are getting harder to spot.

One day we will simply stop checking. A case in point: if you read the LinkedIn intro to this, I observed that the last thing you needed was to hear my ‘two cents worth’.

Out of curiosity I wondered what two cents would be worth today allowing for inflation. The princely sum of 64 cents according to ChatGPT who traced the idiom, quite confidently, back to the late 1800’s.

Given that math is another short suite, I thought about taking her word for it and leaving it at that. Wikipedia, however, had other thoughts starting with a reference to ‘two coins’ from the Gospel of Mark and Luke. My two cents then, would be worth significantly more.

Stanford University research from January 2024 found large language models hallucinated 75% of the time when answering questions about court rulings. To be fair, that was 12 months ago and much water has passed under the bridge since. But in both directions - as AI slop flows quick, the dead internet theory is a conspiracy coming true.

Still, in the grand scheme of things it’s early doors, and anyway, who wants to be that guy? It was time to conduct a little AI experiment of my own.

Entering the job description and my resume into the machine, I asked Chat GPT to rate my chances, and give me some strengths to play on, and weaknesses - which was reframed as ‘growth opportunities’ - to address.

Here’s what she came back with:

“Your writing has a wonderfully conversational and reflective tone. You lean into storytelling with humour, a touch of self-deprecation, and vivid imagery. There’s an easy going yet thoughtful quality to your words that makes it feel like we’re hearing from a trusted friend with great anecdotes and a keen eye for detail”

— ChatGPT

Yes, well, good for the ego, but would that help?

Chat GPT seemed far too nice. Too eager to please. I needed a bit of provocation. Anthropic’s Claude was not to disappoint. A slightly surlier version of chat, Claude was slower with the compliments, but still reluctant to give any bad news.

I’m always polite when using AI, because, well you know, just in case. Maybe manners was the problem?

Since there’s quite a bit of talk around the traps about recruiters and HR people using AI to weed out candidates, it was time to turn the tables. Using a different account I switched roles, this time playing recruiter, and asking for comments on my application - ‘would this person be a good fit, etc?’

I’m not sure my clumsy sleight of hand fooled anyone, but again, ChatGPT, the people pleaser, was telling me what she thought I wanted to hear. Claude was quicker to point out where I - sorry, the candidate - could do better.

But like I said, didn’t get the gig.

See? Bloody AI. Taking away all the jobs.

The résumé. Not AI enhanced

Perfect fit

Waste is everywhere isn’t it?

Take the fashion industry; a major contributor of greenhouse gasses, they literally burn their unsold clothes rather than repurpose them. Fashion then, has more than a bit in common with advertising, where unused product also goes to waste.

And, in the same way not every garment you try on is a good fit, not every idea fits the first client to see it either. Doesn’t mean it has to end up in the bin.

Some ideas - like clothes - need to be tried on for size a few times before they find a forever home.

As luck would have it, I’ve got a few of those to spare. Brand new, never been worn, just no room in the metaphorical wardrobe.

There’s content generation ideas with very long legs, ideal for that thirsty FMCG product. A b2b lead generation game. A global retail media opportunity for an automotive or tourism brand.

Looking for a little something in the ESG space? Why not try the ‘glowing bus’ on for size? The bus, wrapped in a led blanket, gets ‘greener’ as more passengers climb aboard. Would fit a utility company perfectly.

What about a culture change idea to get the troops firing, and get you plenty of earned media to boot? There are two available, in large and extra large. And of course there’s retail ideas in all sizes and colours.

Ready to wear might be sacrilegious to those who will only be seen in couture. But made to measure is not cheap, and never quick.

Advertising is no different - why miss out on looking good when there’s an idea already waiting and ready to go? Time to buy off the rack for a change.

To browse the full collection book a fitting today.

Suits you, sir. Suits you.

Can you make the logo bigger?

Always a tricky one to answer.

Once, when I was working at a large firm, Ron and I had done a rather clever billboard to promote the agency. I can’t remember exactly what was on it, but it had nothing to do with with our work, or even advertising, so maybe it wasn’t that clever at all, but that’s not the point.

Not long after the billboard had been pasted up for all to see, Nelly rushed into our office, informing us in a way that only flustered MD’s can, that we needed to make the agency logo bigger.

‘How so?’ we calmly asked. Apparently, a client drove past out of the blue, and, having seen the billboard, decided that our logo was too small, and got on the phone immediately to graciously share their thoughts, so that the problem could be rectified immediately.

Usually, when being told off, the great one liner escapes me. But not today.

‘Oh really?’ I replied. ‘Well….if the logo was too small, how did he know who to call?’

Case dismissed.

Sometimes there’s a case to make the logo as big as you can. This version of the fernmark we made on Santa Monica Beach was the size of Eden park. But that’s another story entirely

Hīkoi

Toitū Te Tiriti came to Heretaunga on Saturday. Ngāti Kahungunu joined day six of the Hīkoi as it heads south towards Te Whanganui-a-tara. The hīkoi is in protest of ACT’s Treaty Principles Bill, which isn’t expected to pass. You know, like Kamala wasn’t expected to lose.

Attention to detail

Recently I was asked, what was my favourite writing job?

There were ads of course that were fun to make, strategy that I thought - rightly or wrongly - was bang on, a couple of magazine articles that I’ve been writing on innovation and business, and even some song lyrics.

But my favourite work remains a simple acronym. Three words in total. My first brand voice guide.

Guides are useless if you don’t end up feeling ‘it’. It’s not what you say, but what you convey, in much the same way you can’t demonstrate what comedy is by explaining how jokes work - you just have to make people laugh.

Years ago I helped a media company when things had gone a bit pear shaped, and the receivers were called in. Helping out wasn’t even a question, and when mates are involved you run towards the flames. Or sprint towards the photocopier in this case, which is clearly more truthful albeit less Aaron Sorkin.

This was television though, which was not only dramatic, but a very glamorous and important business. I know this because it said so on the telly. No surprises then, that everyone had been a bit gung-ho at the beginning - all hair oil and no socks, as Tina’s mum Jo would’ve said - and the competition, lying patiently in wait, gave them a bloody good slippering not long after they launched. .

I’ve learnt the hard way about the importance of a good bedside manner when you’re heading into the wind. Also, in a crisis no job is too small. ‘Could I help with an invite going out to agencies for drinks that evening?’ they asked. Could I what. No trouble at all.

To be fair, not the trickiest job.

It wasn’t just drinks of course. It was about what happens next. Quite a lot was riding on the outcome - and the story they told - and critical to the network’s future was the support of the advertising industry. The industry needed reassurance quickly, and the best way to do that at the time was over a few drinks.

The invite looked suitably invitey, and besides this wasn’t the time to go reinventing any wheels. But still, it did need something. Nothing too obvious, but a signal nonetheless.

‘B.Y.O.’

It’s hard to ask for help. It’s humbling. Nuance is everything and the lightest of touch is required. Of course on this particular night alcohol didn’t hurt either. Agencies being agencies over-catered and arrived with cases of champagne, others with Lion Red. Many with both.

The call went out and it was answered swiftly. By getting into the swing of it agencies showed support. Best of all they were given a simple, immediate way they could visibly demonstrate that support. Their help to steady the foundering ship would come later and take much longer.

Nothing like a good bit of merch, to immortalise the moment, and bring a call to arms to life. The tee shirt machine kicked into life and the merch tent was fully stocked. Another subtle way to show that any money was good money.

Like pirates, the network came out fighting, and very quickly settled into becoming the underdog, a role they played elegantly to their advantage for many years. We love underdogs, almost as much as we adore a comeback.

B.Y.O. Bring your own.

A tone of voice guide? Well underdogs do speak different. They have to. Strategic thought? Yes, but let’s not forget no drinks budget. Need before ambition.

The little bit of housekeeping added to the bottom of the page may very well have had no impact at all. Hard to say. Attribution is complicated. But you always need an ignition switch.

Words are important, how you say them is arguably more so. Feelings are everything. They’re indelible, they’re what sticks.

That’s why nuance matters most. Down in the detail is where the Devil hides in wait.

Tread carefully, he’ll ankle tap you without a second thought.

Bit of a yarn

I caught up with Ken the other day. It had been a minute, and there was much to discuss. Ken was curious to know when I moved to the Bay.

I’ve found that the question people really want to ask isn’t when, but why? Ken was a journo back in the day, so it didn’t take long to pry that answer loose, although it’s a story for another time.

These days Ken runs a successful writing business, and had a storied advertising career in between. I’m ever so slightly, oh ok, quite a bit envious of people that can pivot.

I’ve always been a bit of a one trick pony myself, complicated by not being great at staying in my lane, but at least these days I remember to indicate before swerving into traffic. Ken generously described me as a ‘creative entrepreneur.’ I’ve certainly given a few things a nudge, albeit with mixed success.

We talked about writing, as Ken had just penned a useful piece on the importance of reading what you’ve written out loud. It helps not just with rhythm, but you also find out pretty quickly if you’ve written too much.

My problem is commas. Usage and number. Hughesie pulled me up on it a long time ago, observing that I used one every time I took a break, rather than where they might actually be useful, or required, and reading out loud was helpful in working out the right amount. Back then, when I was still on the lung darts, breaks were frequent and so commas were plentiful.

In any case Ken’s piece reminded me just how useful talking out loud can be. Who knew I’d need to be reminded of that.

Ken also seemed interested to know if I’d written any case studies. He reckoned they probably wouldn’t be as much fun to write as the profile pieces that I’d done a few of, but I might be quite good at them all the same.

I went back to him far too quick - another rookie mistake I thought I’d grown out of - before thinking of a smarter response. It took me a week to realise that I was already writing my own, and posting them here.

I’d been choosing to call them case stories instead.

I figured one has a bit more colour and shade. A case story has less ‘yay, aren’t we clever’, because we did a thing, and a bit more ‘what the …?’ because we did a thing; often accompanied by a salient lesson that probably should have been learned in an earlier chapter; a bit like a fable.

Or sort of like having to show how you worked out the answer in a maths exam, rather than just giving one, so they knew you didn’t just guess.

Something else I’d been guilty of.

In a case study the outcome, or destination is important. In a case story, it’s the journey, and what happened along the way. The dead ends and twists in the road. The potholes and the passing lanes.

Here’s one I prepared earlier. It’s a typical second act - a bit of a yarn about unfinished business, digging deep, and coming up ever so slightly short.

Buckle up.

Five years after building the giant fern sand sculpture on Te Henga, it was time to build another. After the last adventure I probably should have bowed out gracefully and retired hurt.

But no, that would be too easy. The scars from shooting myself in the foot last time were healing nicely, and importantly, there were more lessons that needed learning.

As part of their coalition deal in 2005 the Greens wanted to run a ‘buy New Zealand made’ campaign, and since I already had one lying around, perhaps the stars were finally lining up? Well, no, not really. Opportunity and trouble smell quite similar, and while for a minute everyone got quite excited until they didn’t, it became obvious what needed to be done.

After carefully making sure all the toys were thrown well clear of the cot - rather than create a campaign for someone else - we’d build our own IP.

No client meant no money, which by any reasonable measure should have been the end of the matter. Or at least a bloody big clue. But again no, apparently not. The degree of difficulty increased, and we boxed on regardless.

As a marketing tool for exporters, Steve and I created ‘The Made From New Zealand Project’. It was to be an online community for New Zealand businesses who wanted to make their mark, and a bunch of assets to help them leverage their New Zealand-ness.

Given that the Facebook was less than a year old, and Google was still a useful search engine, yet to fully morph into the black hole for advertising dollars that it is today, an online community combined with an e-commerce platform for all seemed like a smart, if not a complex and overly ambitious idea at the time.

The fern would be our calling card.

Part art installation, part media event, Steve and I carefully planned an even more ambitious Waitangi Day launch on Santa Monica Beach. Los Angeles was an important beachhead for many exporters and a major media market to boot.

Named ‘Tā Moko’ by Māori Television, it was a passion project pure, but not so simple. I was yet to learn that passion and reason aren’t always great playmates. But it wouldn’t be long.

Like the earlier iteration, Made From New Zealand was about getting stuff done as much as anything. Seeing Orlando Bloom on television in a striking but simple Huffer tee at the ‘Return of the King’ premiere sparked a thought.

To fund the project, we made tee shirts. 10,496 shirts to be precise - the distance in kilometres between Aotearoa and California - a ridiculous number, and selling them all was always going to be a massive ask.

It was four years before Kickstarter, and crowdfunding hadn’t been invented. We had all the makings of a crowdfunding campaign though, and the tee shirts, bound by a magic thread, were excellent merch.

Air New Zealand came on board, then ASB, Westpac, Telecom, Saatchi, NZTE and thousands of other companies and individuals followed. The tee shirts became our currency and somehow the story captured the imagination of New Zealanders from Palmy to Prague and everywhere in between.

Tem summed it all up pretty accurately in an interview on the wireless:

“When they first came to me I thought, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard - but I’m in.”

And with us they were.

Mark asked Sir Ed to help, and after Lady June had rummaged around in the laundry, a climbing sock was donated to the cause. Steve had it ragged’ - pulling each fibre apart and then re-spinning it with a kilometre of our finest merino. A piece of this thread, representing the DNA of the New Zealand character was sewn inside each shirt.

It wasn’t just the shirt that was coming together, it was the story.

Photos: Jane Ussher

After being blessed by local tangata whenua, Rena and Tem led off. On Waitangi Day next to the Santa Monica pier, we built the giant silver fern sand sculpture, still the size of Eden Park, and again created by installation artist Mike Mizrahi.

Ex-pats from all over the states and as far away as Canada came to help. Air New Zealand gave shirts to passengers on their two flights into LAX, and NZ5 flew overhead for a squizz.

Māori Television, TVNZ, TV3 and KiwiFM were all there to broadcast the event, with local US coverage on ABC and Fox.

Tā Moko was our mark on the world.

The day after, a thick blanket of fog covered the entire Los Angeles area. We couldn’t see a thing. Had it arrived 24 hours earlier, we would have had to call the whole thing off.

Luck wasn’t always riding shotgun. I’d anticipated the event would drive shirt sales, but this proved to be way off the mark. People wanted to help build the fern, but once we’d built it, they reasonably assumed help was no longer needed.

The second fatal flaw - completely tangled with the first - was I’d completely miscalculated how long it would take to sell ten thousand tees. Well, it wasn’t so much a miscalculation as it was just having no clue at all. Turns out it takes longer than you think.

A project without a deadline is just an idea, and while a deadline is a great way to create urgency, if you miss it, you’re fucked. Ask any retailer stuck with Santa stuff in January.

Waitangi Day had a nice symmetry about it, but it was too soon. These were good times - pre GFC - with a good summer, and many businesses were still sauntering back from the break.

When you’ve reached the point of no return, the only thing you can do is leap and hope you make it. Steve and I got our hustle on, one tee at a time. There are no shortcuts when you’re under the pump. The yards were hard ones, but one tee became five, which turned into ten.

On the other side of the ledger, days turned to weeks and into months. Unlike the tee shirts, things were unravelling at the seams. Any money coming in went straight back out to pay the bills.

We dug even deeper and with the support from so many up the front and behind the scenes - you know who you are - we snuck over the line. Just. Although not before I found the hard truth in the saying; ‘to lose one’s shirt.’ The irony being that in this case, it happened by ending up with too many of them.

The other day I heard someone casually talk about ‘failing fast’. Well done if you can do it. Half your luck in fact. Passion and drive often block a hasty retreat. Sometimes they become blindspots so big you can’t even see the exit sign.

If you carry the stubborn gene, as I do, you’ll know failures can often be brutal, messy affairs - uncomfortable, agonisingly slow, and embarrassing in ways that make you determined never to end up there again.

But here I am. Both richer and poorer for having pushed the boat out.

As Devo was fond of saying; it doesn’t matter how you get into something, only how you get out of it.

“Besides matey,” he often added, “no-one needs to know how the sausages get made.”

Rude not to

“Please don’t do any creative” said the brief quite clearly.

Well you know me. I do love a chance not to do something.

When someone says ‘yes’ in a meeting you shut up. ‘They said yes… you won … shut up.’

It took me ages to learn that one. I’ve often misinterpreted approval as a sign to continue talking. It really isn’t.

A competitive creative pitch is a dog and pony show that’s a complete waste of energy and money. It’s where the best ideas go to die, and always ends in tears for most taking part.

Not everything is an opportunity either. I’ve never figured out how in advertising, a simple request to do nothing, always ends up becoming a challenge to do, well, something.

So, like hearing the magical ‘yes’, being asked to do nothing can also be considered a win. Besides, usually a client wants to know early on if you can follow instructions or not.

Trust me, the client that doesn’t want a creative pitch is definitely a keeper.

The nice people at the America’s Cup Village didn’t. Instead, they asked a simple question: how would we quickly communicate where to park - or something like that - after say a big Team New Zealand win, where a 100,000 or more people might flood into the city at short notice?

This was in the before times, pre-social media. At first I thought it might be a trick question, since to answer it beyond, ‘oh, we’d use radio’ you’d kind of have to do the creative work they said not to do, so it seemed safest not to answer at all.

I’d like to be able to chalk this decision up to careful listening and overall diligence, but history would point towards laziness as the main contributing factor. No shame in this. Don’t be judgey

From memory I think the sidestep was something about needing to create demand before you have to worry about how to manage it, and if that was done right, then no-one would care about finding a park. They’d work it out for themselves.

There must’ve been a bit more to it though, because they said ‘yes’ and fortuitously I shut up.

Sometimes going slightly off piste is the right call.

Before the circus blew into town, most of New Zealand thought the America’s Cup was just for champagne swilling wankers, and worse, if running the event was left up to Aucklanders - commonly thought of by the rest of the country as not being competent enough to arrange a drink in a drinkery - it was a one way ticket to disaster.

At least that’s what the research said. We decided to investigate for ourselves. The rest of the country gave Aucklanders the old side eye to be sure, but they were still keen on a knees-up.

Tony Glynn and his brother Michael, a chopper pilot from Franz Joseph, were definite starters and very enthusiastic indeed. It would - Tony assured us in not so many words - be an affront not to turn up.

There was some minor housekeeping to attend to first, but not to worry, they’d be there.

“Just need to ring Les and get a telephone warrant for the ute,” Tony explained, before downing his second Speights in the public bar of the Garston Hotel one evening.

Tony was on horseback at the time and didn’t much look like the sort of bloke whose commitment needed questioning. Nor did it seem the right time to go into the ins and outs of what a ‘telephone warrant’ entailed.

Since Garston is the most inland place in New Zealand, it’s literally as far away as you could be from a yacht, so their excitement about the Cup was heartening.

Truth be told, we’re all very welcoming hosts when there’s guests. We mow the lawns, get out the good Crown Lynn, and spruce things up a bit. All that needed doing, was to let Auckland know to expect company.

The Cup Village was a temporary affair, designed to drive sponsorship revenue. Aucklanders proved to be most welcoming hosts indeed and for a minute the village became our largest tourist attraction. In the end, three million of us popped in for a nosey.

And, as predicted, no-one gave a toss about the parking, everyone was out on the razzle and having far too much of a good time.

Would’ve been rude not to.

Never waste a crisis

Reputations are built in bad times as well as good. In a crisis, speed and decisiveness are crucial. But you learn stuff by breaking it and opportunity is often never far behind, which is why a good crisis can be worth its weight and should never be squandered.

In 2010 no one knew this better than Telecom CEO Dr Paul Reynolds and his whip-sharp comms team.

There was much at stake.

It was bad enough the shiny new XT Network had gone on the fritz more than once, what was really causing concern was the outages coincided with Telecom’s bid to build the Government’s multi-billion dollar fibre network. Customers had lost all confidence and Telecom quickly needed to restore the faith.

Not the least of Telecom’s problems was the media, who loved to give them a good kicking, and every move was made under the brightest of spotlights.

So yeah, a right old cluster-shambles.

We got the call to help document their response and craft an apology message, just a small part of their crisis management plan.

Before the work can begin, it’s customary to have a meeting. The object of this meeting is usually to get another meeting on the books, called a presentation. If the presentation goes well, things are very nearly underway and you can now start work.

In a crisis, the rules change a bit. Often the first casualty is a meeting. Two meetings if luck is really with you.

I’ve always liked presentations though. They can be nerve-wracking, but it’s theatre, and there’s no shame in being a bit of a show pony now and then. Who doesn’t like a show?

I was once part of a new business pitch led by the late David ‘Devo’ Walden. Devo introduced me to a game that they’d played at The Palace. I forget the name, but the rules were you each wrote a word - something quite out of context - on a piece of paper and then swapped it with another team member.

The objective was to gently slip the word you were given into your part of the presso without anyone noticing. I’m sure you could read a lot more into it if you had the time, but the main purpose of the game was to take your mind off the pitch and relax you.

I’d given Devo ‘supercalifragilistic’ which I smugly thought too clever by half. He managed to ease it elegantly and undetected into his opening remarks, just to put me back in my box and show me how the grown-ups played.

But not before he’d handed me my challenge, a slip of paper upon which he’d written not one word but several: ‘Interesting when you consider the rise of the oligarchy today.’

We didn’t get the business.

Humour is a great way to diffuse a situation and put things in perspective, but I still wasn’t looking forward to the presentation with Dr Reynolds and his artful strategic comms chief, given that the guts of my advice was: ‘laugh at yourself.’

Lishy had written a lovely gag we’d originally intended for Chorus, but we managed to put it to much better use on the river mouth of the Greenstone. Always a win when an idea finds a home.

You can tell a lot about people by how they behave under pressure. It can be as revealing as how someone treats hospo staff. The ad was approved in the room. I concluded these two would make excellent diners indeed.

The network kicked back into life. The tide was coming back in, and taking all the flak with grace and good humour - something the good doctor did deftly - sure didn’t hurt a bit.

The crisis wasn’t averted, but it sure wasn’t wasted either.

“The trout fishing ad was a hit. Yes, it all seems a bit hokey when you think back on it now. But it was a good mea culpa, with the copywriters somehow managing to equate giving the duff phone network another go as a measure of your New Zealand-ness. It marked the start of XT’s comeback.”

— From ‘Reynolds’ Hits and Misses’: NBR 2/7/12

“Against all odds: Telecom’s XT Paul Reynold’s ad has copped it from Telecom knockers, but the viewers love it.”

— Top 10 Ads, Ad Media July 2010

Being unavailable

The trouble with our we-know-where-you-live-and-what-you-just-searched-for digital advertising world is that there’s an assumption we are available.

Knowing when people are supposedly ready to act encourages you to cut to the chase and miss a few steps in the conversion process along the way.

No shame in cheating. Who isn’t tempted by a shortcut?

But even if you know when someone is ready to purchase or change, I’ve always thought it’s best to believe they aren’t. That way you work harder to make sure they are, and do.

Desire drives action. You create desire with scarcity; by being unavailable. We all want something we can’t have.

No-one plays the game better than Chris.

When he lets the dogs out it’s wise to stand back.

Years ago we were working on a project and Chris had taken the bull by the horns. I had wondered out loud how great it would be if we could get meetings with the heads of our largest corporates at some stage, which was all the encouragement Chris needed.

Often, he needed far less.

It was wishful thinking on my part really, you don’t get meetings with people who can say ‘yes’ easily or quickly. There are also gatekeepers to go through, usually PA’s or EA’s, and you go round them at your peril.

‘Right’ said Chris and hung up the phone. But not for long. Within a few hours he was back on the talking stick, and the meetings were on the books. The first was set for less than a week away.

‘How did you get the meeting so quickly?’ I asked, knowing what diaries can be like. Chris relayed the conversation with the P.A.

‘I said we needed a meeting to update progress on the project, and we’d be available next Friday.’

The PA asked if her boss would know what the project was about.

‘Know what it’s about?’ Chris replied, with just the right amount of incredulity. ‘They’re in it.’

This must’ve done the trick.

‘You might be in luck,’ the PA offered. ’We could possibly give you an hour at 11 on Friday.’

Getting a meeting is an art. Chris is a master.

‘An hour?’ said Chris ‘Oh God no, we don’t have that long. We could do 30 minutes tops.

Boom!

Like anything that you really want, it never hurts to pretend you don’t.

Or to be ever so slightly unavailable.

Another trick Chris didn’t hesitate to use was the power of suggestion.

If the meeting was in Wellington, for example, especially with an official, Chris would casually mention that he’d ‘just come from the house’ and had important news to share. Once, in hushed tones, and to up the ante, he mentioned having ‘just been on the 9th floor.’

Nothing more needed saying. It was much more subtle than dropping a name and was usually met with much reverential nodding from those who knew the code.

Had anyone bothered to push him on this, Chris would’ve happily explained that the house he’d come from was his brother’s place in Petone, and the 9th floor was where he was staying at the James Cook.

The power of suggestion is all about what is left unsaid. Otherwise it would be called the power of the blindingly obvious.

Chris always told the truth. Sometimes he just didn’t tell all of it.

Friday duly rolled around and as we waited in reception for our 11 o’clock Chris leaned in and whispered, ‘Just play along.’

Huh?

As it turned out, part of the reason we were able to secure the meeting at such short notice was that Chris had told the PA that I would’ve just ‘flown in’ that morning. This was also true, except that we’d both flown in for the meeting.

It’s hard to play along if you don’t know the rules of the game you’re meant to be playing, so any questions about how was I feeling after the long flight were quickly dispatched through to the keeper.

It was a good meeting, although we did run a little over.

By about 30 minutes if I were to hazard a guess.

Crushing it

Long, long ago, large companies had their own advertising departments, and did all of their work, you know, in-house. Wasn’t long before specialist firms called agencies sprung up, full of bright young things and sharp ideas.

Advertising was for the cool kids.

Somewhere along the way, technology became way more accessible. Suddenly being on the inside was much cooler, and way smarter, and so here we are back at the start.

It’s called in-housing. It’s a thing because, well, agencies.

Everyone’s doing it. Even Apple.

Their latest on-campus effort has been doing the rounds and making a bit of noise. You might have heard. Far be it for me to cast the first stone - or any stone for that matter - glasshouses and all.

Looks like I’m far too late in any case.

The trouble usually starts when you take your own advice too often and too seriously, and end up telling yourself only what you want to hear.

It’s a slippery slope. Keep listening to yourself and you end up having solutions to things that aren’t problems. If you’re not careful, the next thing you know is you’ve done something silly like invent Vision Pro or New Coke.

Yes, ideas can come from anywhere. No, they won’t always be good ones.

Once, off the back of a casual comment from a client, I managed to talk myself into the idea that I would make an excellent suit, and clearly what the client was really after was more of me.

Surprisingly, this wasn’t the case at all. Strange I know. I’m sure you’re just as bemused as I am.

Anyway, it was a long time ago, and everyone is back on speaking terms. They’re called blind spots for a reason. You need a provocateur.

We all do.

When you can’t read a room, you end up in the outhouse.

Just ask Tim Apple.

Word

Blaise Pascal, French mathematician and philosopher was supposedly the first to coin the famous phrase about brevity - often erroneously attributed to Mark Twain - which on translation reads:

“I have made this longer than usual, because I have not had time to make it shorter.”

In advertising, brevity is encouraged. How words would work on a billboard, was usually the test to pass.

But Pascal, or Twain, would have been complete amateurs on the economy of language when compared with legendary director Tony Kaye, famous for his advertising work and then feature films.

Once, when delivering a speech at the Cannes Advertising Festival, Kaye, who was not shy of voicing an opinion, was asked to address the largely creative audience on the topic of ‘how to get the best result from a director.’

The crowd on the Croisette waited with bated breath, eager for some controversy from the man who once described himself as ‘the greatest English director since Hitchcock,’ but obviously also keen to hear his answer to the question.

They didn’t have to wait long.

Hating to disappoint, Kaye approached the microphone, surveyed the hushed throng, then delivered his thought.

“Trust.” he said clearly into the mic, letting it sink in for a beat, before turning and walking back the way he came.

Genius. On so many fronts.

Of course when you get paid by the word, for say, writing a magazine article, short is to be avoided like the plague.

Since a bow can never have too many strings, I’ve been writing and snapping pics for local magazine Bay Buzz. The latest article is on remote work. I do a bit of that myself, so the words, all two thousand of them give or take, came relatively quickly.

I just ran out of time to write fewer of them.

Belinda Williams from Bad Company

Build it and they will come.

I’ve always been good at spotting opportunities. Making something of them is way, way harder, requiring a different skillset entirely and has invariably brought mixed results. I’d like to think the odds are improving. Time will tell.

‘Made by New Zealand’ was a response to a Buy New Zealand made brief that I’d stumbled across by chance back in the day. Perhaps not so much a brief, as it was a small article in the NBR, gagging to be turned into something more.

These days global supply chains make provenance tricky. Lines are easily blurred. McDonalds and Coke can promote themselves as being made in New Zealand if they wished, while Fisher & Paykel can’t. It may well be correct, but it’s silly at the same time.

I reasoned a broader approach was needed, by demonstrating what our products and ideas are really made of. The premise, was that inside our wines - for example - there’s more than grapes and sunshine; you’ll also find tenacity, passion and courage.

Inside everything we create, everything we make, every idea we develop, is our mārohirohi - our character.

Our size and connectedness means that much of what we produce is the result of many. Made by New Zealand was a thought that demonstrated collaboration. At least that’s what it said on the box.

Ten months after the initial presentation, the nice client asked for a demo video to shore up wider support for the initiative, and to convey the feeling of what the end result might be.

Such videos tend to have a small internal audience. They’e usually cobbled together from footage often nicked from another project, sometimes accompanied by a stonking big - also ‘borrowed’ - music track that you have no hope of ever buying. But these details can be dealt with later. Goosebumps are everything. It’s emotion not practicality that gets you over the line. It still does.

In this case, it seemed far more pragmatic to ditch the demo, and just start making the real thing. Surely if the project looked underway, then those manning the handbrake might believe it probably was underway, and a green light would become a self-fulfilling prophesy.

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness, than it is to ask for permission.

It was time to call Mike Miz.

Mike Mizrahi is not only an extraordinarily talented artist, he is a true impresario. With partner Marie, they had just completed the millennium spectacular in the domain, and were about to create some stunning installations for Louis Vuitton in New York and Shanghai. Years later it was their giant rugby ball you saw under the Effiel Tower to promote the Rugby World Cup. Mike took the brief of ‘big’ literally.

Since the Government had just made a huge investment in their new flash silver fernmark, we started there. Besides, I reasoned, even if the client hated everything else about ‘Made by New Zealand’, they would at least end up with some half decent footage of the fern that could be used elsewhere.

The fern Mike wanted to build was the size of Eden Park and made out of sand. As I’ve yet to meet the client who asks for a smaller logo, it was perfect. Almost perfect. Auckland was in the middle of stormy season, and 72 hours before filming, high spring tides had literally wiped the beach off the map. We had no weather cover, and no second chance.

What could possibly go wrong?

“It’ll be fine on the day,” I assured everyone over-confidently. I hadn’t a clue of course, but we boxed on.

Luck was with us. At 3am on a biting cold August morning it was a bit hard to tell, but as night turned to day and the wind dropped, Te Henga turned on a pearler. The mahi tahi was working.

A fine group of artists, entrepreneurs and business leaders, both gracious and generous, stood with us on the sand to endorse the idea, and we filmed others later as momentum grew. “A fine collection of sinners and saints,” observed broadcaster Bill Ralston, arriving on set as Graham Brazier was rehearsing a poem he’d been up all night composing especially for the occasion. Bless.

As Mike manoeuvred his 40 plus construction team, racing against the tide and a mischievous water table, four 35mm camera units captured the action on the beach. Long before drones changed aerial cinematography forever, the only real way to see if what we’d built was what we’d imagined, was to be overhead looking straight down. Two helicopters circled above, filming the finished fern before it returned to the sea.

The finished fern on Te Henga beach, August 2001

As we finished production on our wee demo, the Government’s Knowledge Wave conference was also wrapping up across town. It was a talkfest of Olympic proportion, but the speaker who held everyone’s attention was a humble young wāhine toa, Kesaia Waigth, a 17 year old high school student from Gisborne. Her words, and those of the other students received the only standing ovation at the event. With good reason.

Powerful and persuasive, Kesaia implored those with ‘the eyes in power to look into the eyes of those in need.’ Without empathy or equality she challenged, all the other words spoken at the conference were meaningless. True now as it was then.

Kesaia was kind enough to meet with Janet and I the day after, as the poignant words from her speech lay barely dry on the front page of the morning paper. We seized the chance to have Kesaia comment on our own mahi. Truthful and hopeful, she once again spoke to the moment.

The video may have been finished, but the process continued to drag. Frustrated by delay, and despite assurances that things were in fact moving with indecent haste, there was only one thing left to do.

Shoot myself in the foot.

Passion projects can easily get away on you, and this one certainly got away on me. Never mind that I got overly excited with a blur filter in the edit suite - on this project a patient bedside manner was the virtue most required, and back then it had simply escaped me.

I’d fallen well short on the tenacity and grace I was championing in others, and disappointing those that had so enthusiastically come along for the ride.

Things got passionate. Lessons were learnt; and the bridges glowed brightly in the flames.

The fern returned to the sea long ago. You’d never know it was there at all.

But build it we most surely did.

When life hands you lemons

I’m long on lemons right now, having been blessed with the most productive tree. It groans with the biggest juiciest fruit, so much so, that quite a bit of last season’s crop remains in place as the new fruit forms, which can’t be doing the tree any good.

I’ve made Ottolenghi’s lemon chicken, frozen lemon blocks, jars of preserved lemons, and on it goes. Our local food rescue people used to have a nice man that would come and help pick them for re-distribution, but sadly he’s moved on. Unlike the lemons.

Gilly has been getting some every few weeks over summer, as Mrs Gilly makes the most delicious cold pressed juices and tonics with lemon, turmeric and honey, but even after taking four bulging brown shopping bags at a time, he’s barely made a dent.

All of which got me thinking about others with bounty to spare in their gardens, and how we could cut some waste and share the love around.

It’s a simple thought, making use of paper supermarket bags to spread the word, and the food, supporting local food rescue groups in the process. A supermarket could do it on their own, or in partnership with anyone else in need of some brownie points.

Design by Georgia

Ideas are a bit like the lemons on my tree; they need to be used, allowing new ones to grow in their place.

So, if you know anyone that might need this one, pass it on. It’s free to a good home. I’ve got plenty. There’s no danger of a shortage.

Just like the lemons.