From now on, we only talk in festive terms.

It's all kicked off, Christmas systems are go. Things got rolling this week with the 'Jerk Pub' hand out of who's got who for Secretive Santa Claus. We had our first Crisbo dinner party in our Chairman's house last night and the entire agency is off to our mystery party this time next week (in secret, festive location X). All this has meant one thing; planning. Something I enjoy immensely, nothing says holiday to the Ronayne mind quite like a colour coded list of objectives.

We had a lovely game of Supermarket Sweep in Marks and Spencers the other day. Our cherie Marie wheeled a trolley around while I ran alongside with an outstretched arm knocking anything red or white in. Thus inventing the crisbo, not unlike an asbo.


And despite our kinetic busy-ness levels and the Club having it's pitch face on, we sourced the time to recycle our old business cards.

'What are you doing? That doesn't look like copy writing.'
'No, it looks like FABULOUS.'