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Meme Star

Right, I’ve been tagged by Chris to share with you all eight random things about myself and seeing as distractions are welcome as I’m trying to slay my thesis, here we go:

  • The first movie I ever saw at the cinema was Ghostbusters 2.
  • I hate ketchup, it has no taste! Gimme some hot sauce any day.
  • I can’t eat egg yolks, I throw up every time, some childhood trauma I’m sure.
  • I’ve been offered a book deal, but I need to pick a nom de plume, so suggestions are welcome.
  • I learnt how to drive when I was 13, had my first crash at 14 and have been terrorizing road users ever since.
  • I sleep talk (often) and sleep walk (not so often). Not good ’cause all my secrets come out when I’m asleep.
  • I’m a black belt in Pasaryu Karate, which way way back was the same style The King learnt. Sadly no-one wants to get into fights with me anymore.
  • I’m quite surprised, and kinda happy you’ve got to the last point.

Sooo to keep this sucka rolling, I’m gonna tag:

Angus (cause it’ll piss him off)
Asi
Sir Charles
CG
Doddsy (because he’s the man of mystery of the blogosphere)
Gemma
Lloyd
Mark

Write your stuff and leave a comment so the trail lives on. Boom.

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Day 1: After a real shave from the barber:
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It’s only just hitting me this morning that I’m not shaving for three months. Three months, no matter what. I have weddings to go to, graduation to attend (my mom will love me for this) and probably a bunch of other stuff where looking like a beast ain’t gonna help. But it’s kinda fun.
The dough has started trickling in, thanks to all who have donated so far, spread the word y’all.

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They say timing is everything. So it’s good that on the day Sir Charles chastises me for having my hair cut, I reveal my masterplan to not only grow it all back, but hopefully with the help of all y’all do something good in the process.

There’s been a lot of discussion on how effective social media is, whether it’s a feasable model for brands to begin to build business upon and what not. So I thought rather than talking about how it is or isn’t, I’d test it out in a goofy and thoroughly unscientific, but kinda cool way.

So, from 1st March to 1st June, I’ll be ceasing facial grooming operations in all it’s forms (so that means no haircuts and no shaves) all in the name of charity.  I’m going to be supporting War Child, and specifically their Iraq Appeal. You can find more information on War Child here.

Why War Child and Why Iraq? Well earlier this year I was getting some three way tweeting action going with Chris and Jason and the topic turned to the war in Iraq and the terrible human cost that we have all become used to hearing about. After you hear about 30 people being killed by a suicide bomber undertaking the ultimate act of cowardice in a crowded street/school/market week after week, you begin to forget that these are 30 people who have just been murdered. It becomes a jumble of statistics. And from a very early age, I haven’t been that big a fan of statistics. And regardless of how you feel about the war and the motives behind it I’m sure you’ll agree that the human cost is tragic.

I chose War Child because I think that the work they do with children is amazing, and I can’t imagine what it would feel like to lose your parents, friends or loved ones in such a brutal conflict and have to attempt to piece together the rest of your life, so any charity that attempts to better a seemingly hopeless situation gets my vote and my dough.

When I say I’m only using social media, I mean it. There will be no ‘offline’ fundraising in the traditional sense. I will hand out the specially made Moo cards I’ve ordered this morning and answer any queries as to why I’m looking like Bigfoot’s human half-cousin by directing them to my fundraising page. But that’s it.

Twitter, blogs and Facebook are my main channels in the social media space and those are the ones that I’ll be using. I’ll have a clean shave this Saturday (being the 1st of March) and ride into beardness from then on. It would be cool if you’d talk about my little slice of insanity, just to get the word out and hopefully raise a little bit more cash, I’ve set an ambitious target of £1000 for myself, which over 3 months doesn’t actually seem that daunting, but let’s see.

You can give directly by going to my Just Giving page: http://www.justgiving.com/samismail or by sending your Paypal payment to samismail@yahoo.com. If you’re from the UK you can plunder the government of some of the taxes they’ve taken off you by choosing the Gift Aid option, it would kinda make us all like Robin Hood, taking from the Chancellor and giving to people less fortunate.

This might be the most serious blog post I’ve ever written, but if it makes people give a little bit of their hard earned cash to help those still suffering in Iraq, then I’m glad I did.

Thank you all an imperial ton for your support.

Sam

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As if having Dubya as our leader wasn’t enough to inspire warm and fuzzy feelings in the rest of the world’s peeps, our fine and sporting Olympic team won’t be partaking in the culinary delights of the Beijing games this year because get this, they’ll be taking their own food. Way to go guys, I really like your reason as well, you don’t trust the food there.

Just imagine if this was extended to manufactured goods, oh no wait, everything sold in America now pretty much has some part of it made in China, there I go flapping my gums again. Idiots.

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Flying Away This May

I got a job! Ahem..what I meant to say is I GOT A FRIKKIN’ JOB!!Sorry about that. I actually meant to say that I’ve got a job that I’m happy to take, a challenge even.As many of you may know, since September-ish I’ve been looking for a start in adland, something that I could sink my teeth into and all that kinda stuff.I did the whole graduate scheme thing, with some success (but nowhere did I get that ‘feeling’ that it was right for me), some ‘You’re not right for us Sam’, some ‘We just don’t need any planners right now’, some ‘We’re not brave enough to hire someone like you’ (which really, really, pissed me off) and some other things that I can’t remember. And though it may be petty and childish, I kept every single letter that they sent telling me I wasn’t good enough. Yes I am juvenile.So anyway in November Mr. Frith kindly passed my name onto TBWA Dubai, which is where I spent a few days last week.The long and short of it is that everything clicked there, everything. The people, the place, the Sam. So come late May I’ll be moving out to join these guys:

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And start work as a planner. Whoo!Some people might ask why I’m foregoing the chance to live and work in the land of milk and honey that is London AdLand; for me it’s simple – I’ll be able to get much more hands on much quicker out there than I would have in the places that had offered me things here. And how many times will I be twenty-something with the chance to move to Dubai again? I really don’t know cause my crystal ball ain’t working. So I’m taking a chance. But I’m damn happy about it.This is the part of the acceptance speech where I thank a long list of people; I may miss some out, but it’s not like you don’t know and it’s not like I don’t love ya. So in no particular order, people who I owe particular thanks to for putting up with yours truly throughout this epic as well as those whose blogs have helped me keep going on:Anton, Will, Alex, The Kaiser himself, Charlie, Doddsy, Graeme, Eaon, Beeker, LaurenAdamLloyd, Richie B, Jason, Angus, Asi, Amelia, Piers, Hugh, Faris, Neil, John, Russell and everyone else whose name escapes me at 0740 on a Saturday morning when I haven’t slept at all.And to every ad agency that said no thanks: Thank you most of all.Of course special thanks must go to the architect of this story, Charlie ‘Pink shirts are pimpin’ Frith. Word.Thank you all. Seriously. And come May if you ever need a place to stay in Dubai…I’ll point you to a good hotel. Nah I’m just playin’ – Mi Casa Su Casa.Big love.Sam

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My 72 hours in Dubai came to an end and I landed at Heathrow feeling like I’d just woken up from a prolonged dream. A dream in which I’d taken pictures.

Tomatoes are pretty cool:

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But if you eat too many, you gotta get to the throne, pronto (as I found out):

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Supermarkets in Dubai have a ‘not suitable for Muslims’ section – which I thought was interesting:

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But what lay behind this barrier? Nothing to really shout about I’m afraid:

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Something I did love was the 3 meals a day I had – buffet style, here was breakfast on the final day:

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Followed by a childhood favorite at the airport:

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Which was more shopping mall than airport to be fair:

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But I did manage to find something cool, although pretty much useless:

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So that’s my stuff, I did pilfer something from the hotel – to send to Charlie and Doddsy:

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It says body lotion gents, I’ll say no more 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

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Emiratification

This is the view outside of the place I’m at:

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I’m in Dubai – apparantly the place that is currently home to 80% of the world’s cranes. I believe it.

I’m hanging out with TBWA out here, back on Wednesday – more from out here to come, I can’t promise it’ll be useful/interesting/relevant to anything. But then again, if you’re reading this you already know.

Peace out.

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