A must-attend event for local (ish) business owners. Born in Yorkshire, having grown up in the Peak District (via Papua New Guinea) and with family from Leicestershire and Norfolk, there was only ever going to be ONE place for me to forge my career… Nottingham. I know. Makes no
It’s Pancake Day, which means two things: 1) An alarming number of people will claim to be ‘flipping experts’ despite burning half their batter, and 2) We’ve got the perfect excuse for a PR-themed food metaphor. Now, when it comes to media relations, you don’t want to be a tosser—not
I don’t know about you but I’m a sucker for documentaries that follow some sort of lost treasure hunt? Give me Oak Island over Love Island any day. There’s just something about being led slowly along the plot, back through time, peeling back the layers of the story and
* Firstly, I confess, this was the Radio 4 fella’s headline that I mention below. Credit where it’s due! Now, you may recall from last year that I am helping Rebecca Dowdeswell in her battle with the cosmetics giant L’Oreal? Indeed, back in August, Rebecca woke up to find
“Greg, this Valentine’s, please tell me, how do I get a journalist to LOVE me? “Why won’t they talk to me? Why won’t they listen? “They never return my calls!” Sniff, sniff. Spoiler alert, they will NEVER return your calls, they are a sensitive bunch and much prefer emails. Unless
Coors Light’s Typo: A PR Masterclass in planned imperfection Let’s be honest—if your brand has just plastered a spelling mistake across Times Square and The New York Times, you’d probably expect a crisis meeting, not a cheers from the internet. But this is Coors Light we’re talking about. And instead
Every now and then, I like to introduce our clients in this newsletter. Sometimes they have had some epic PR results, won an award, done some sterling work for charity or have gone the extra mile for their customers or community. That’s the case with Mark Duckworth, who runs the award-winning Dales Traditional Butchers,
There are many things in life I can’t unsee: my reflection after a heavy night, my neighbour’s insistence on mowing the lawn shirtless, and now, Donald Trump dancing to “Y.M.C.A.” like a dad at a wedding who’s just remembered the bar tab is free. Or frankly, me if “Don’t Stop
I was there yesterday…. As a Manchester United fan and someone who runs a PR agency, I find myself regularly wincing at what happens both on and off the pitch at Old Trafford. But Ruben Amorim’s post-match comments yesterday—a self-flagellating declaration that his team might be “the worst in the