‘Wanna see my football scrap book?’

It’s not a question I’ve been asked since I was about 12, but sitting there in my neighbours house watching the Champions league last week I thought, ‘Yeah, why the hell not’. I had a beer, the game was pretty boring… (more…)

Back when my esteemed collegue Mr Wallace got his first job in the design industry all the kit you needed to survive was a black polo neck jumper and a 2b pencil tucked behind your ear. What with the birth of Apple (computers, not Chris Martins baby) and a billion art students graduating looking for jobs, the ingredients for success have become far more complicated. (more…)