Yes, it’s a dead rat. In our stairwell. They say that in London you’re never more than 10 feet away from a rat. And in W+K London you may be a bit closer than that.

I don’t know why this text is all coming out with a score through it and I don’t know how to stop it.

A beautiful sunny Sunday morning in Spitalfields.

The streets around the office are full of bright young things hanging out, sunning themselves. Spring is in the air. Meanwhile, in a foetid basement, surrounded by stale pizza crust and empty Coke cans, preparations for the Nokia pitch continue…