…are appearing on the wall next to our window in Hanbury Street.

7 years in our old building in Great Titchfield with whiffy toilets, a broken lift, faulty heating, flooded floors and bits falling off everything all over the place. We move out and look what happens: the landlord finally decides to refurbish. Typical. But we don’t miss the old dump. We used to joke (semi seriously) that we’d never won a pitch in that office because the state of the building led the clients to asume that we couldn’t be a proper agency. This impression wasn’t helped by the fact that the first thing you saw when you walked in the door was a big pair of Y-fronts sellotaped to the receptionist’s desk. We’re much more professional now. No pants in reception at all.