Dispatch from an advertising future #205

How to redress agencies’ London-centricity


His guide was waiting for him as he got out. He looked around as he checked the locks. She waited patiently. They always did this. Never sure they’d done it. Never convinced it was enough. She knew the sort. Not bad, just ignorant, out of his depth because he was so far out of his comfort zone. “Awright, lah!” she said, exaggerating her accent. Smiled. She always played that trick. He clutched his tablet even tighter, tried not to look around. He didn’t want to be noticed but knew he would be. “Let’s start over here,” she said. “A pub”.