Cannes, I believe, is in the wrong place.
Cannes shouldn’t be in Cannes.
The ad festival is held hostage by the resort in terms of exorbitant and insultingly high prices and should really re-locate to somewhere else.
In a film from long ago, Chevy Chase is sitting on an airplane and he asks the stewardess for a Coke.
“Do you want it in the can ?” She asks.
“No, I’ll drink it here”, he replies.
I was having lunch with an old friend of mine called Nick, who’s been very successful in the City, and he said “your blog isn’t as funny as it used to be and you should stop sliding in gratuitous mentions of Decoded”.
I was so surprised by this that I nearly spat out my goats cheese, aubergine and oyster truffles. I had no idea that my passing mentions of Decoded had seemed so ham-fisted.