Archive for May, 2008
come fly with us on the number 61 to Bristol and Newquay
Hello. I’m back. I had a really lovely time, but I won’t bore the non-horsey majority of you with the equestrian highlights of my week.
The trips down and back were less impressive however. I flew down to Cornwall (it was that or a seven or eight hour drive) with Air Southwest. It was one of those number-61-bus type flights that stops and starts and the airports we landed at were just rubbish.
At Bristol we changed planes on the way back and were treated to a fifteen minute bus tour of the terminal…before returning to the new plane that was parked 100 years from our old plane and to which the same crew had just walked across. I did ask and apparently it “isn’t safe for you to walk across [the tarmac]”, but that’s exactly how I’d got on the plane in the first place so go figure…
Newquay Airport (or more accurately, Newquay Shed with Tarmac and Drinks Cabin) had the cheek to charge you a ‘development fee’ of a fiver to be allowed to leave. To make things worse, I’d just got hit with unfair excess baggage charges too. Grrrrrrr.
What are we going to do? Buy Heat magazine!
Its been around for a while, but I love this ad by Quiet Storm. It beautifully positions Heat magazine as the original and best gossip mag in a lovely gentle Smack the Pony type way that speaks directly to women who will stop at nothing to get their weekly gossip fix.
why amalah is blogging it like the big brands should
This is Amy (and her very cute son Noah). She’s a mommyblogger over at amalah.com. Its my absolute favourite blog and yet I have very little in common with her. I don’t live in Washington DC, I’m not married, I don’t have one child with another one on the way, I don’t own or a dog, or a cat…
…but quite frankly, she could write about what she had for dinner last night and I’d be glued to the screen.
She is a brilliant writer. I know that every piece of communication she posts, no matter how trivial or sad or thoughtful will be consistent in tone and make me feel like my best friend is writing it just for me.
How many brands can say that?
