Sir Martin Sorrell invited some friends to help him celebrate 30 years of WPP. Can you find mAdBen?
Semi-Sweet Sixteen
John Kasich of Ohio is the last one to announce GOP Presidential candidacy. Fiorina. Cruz. Paul. Santorum. Pataki. Christie. Carson. Walker. Trump. Bush. Rubio. Jindal. Perry. Graham. Huckabee. Oy. I think he’s the best of the lot. Actually believes what he says. He is a can do kind of guy. Pragmatic. Private and public sector experience. Worked at Lehman Brothers. Governor. U.S. Congressman. Armed Services Committee. Budget Committee. Upbeat vision. Reasonable values. Has a heart. God-fearing. Not God-preaching. Yup. He’s my fave for now. Huntsman team. No Neo-Cons. Truman-esque.
Is 16th the charm? Hope not too late to the party. Ohio. Ohio. Ohio.
New Course
Two Americans in the last four groups. One is a pro. The other an amateur. What do they have in common? Both named Jordan. An Irish amateur also shares the lead going into the Monday final. Youth be served. Role models all. Handsome Adam still in it. When all is said. Dunne? Or, at the end of the Day. Jason?
Meanwhile, the Donald has to change course. Can anybody corral that bucking boca? Don’t think so. Just hope he makes it to the stage of a few debates. And. ISIS is not an ideology. It’s. Internet. Seeking. Insurgent. Sociopaths.
Politico Show
The Donald is being called a rodeo clown. King of hyperbole. Maybe. Ted Cruz seems reasonable next to Trump. Frank Underwood would. But, the clown’s role is to keep the bull away from the fray. Hmmm.
If book sales serve as a signal to future success, Republican candidates to date have little hope. They all have books out. Best seller is Ben Carson’s at around 30,000. Least is Carly Fiorina with 2,000. Rubio got an $800,000 advance and sold less than 20,000. An advance of that size would need hundreds of thousands to justify it. So, not very impressive by any of them.
Meanwhile, Hillary is coming off as a cranky granny. Snarly. Bernie gaining ground. If he were handsome and young, wow. It’d be quite a different show.
Jersey Girls & Boys
Let’s hear it for the girls. Women’s USA soccer champs. Not only did they win with a Jersey girl hat trick, but garnered the largest television audience for any FIFA match. Including Men’s World Cup. I didn’t see any falling fakery or operatic hijinks. Just solid play. In this case, pay should equal be.
Jerry Weintraub, producer of the original Jersey Boys, died today. Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Oceans Eleven. A wife who got along really well with his mistress. Used to see him at Jilly’s with Old Blue Eyes. You go, guy.
Never to be bridge-and-tunneled. Have I mentioned how funny BravoTv’s new scripted show Odd Mom Out is? Really. Good. Broad City-ish.
Drach EU ma
An ancient vampire is poised to suck the blood out of the EU. Taking the world markets with it. Count Drachma may emerge from his crypt. Will the ruble now see daylight? Euroland is vulnerable to a global financial bite. Twenty years later than I’d guessed, the death knell of a continental experiment.
Talk about ghoulish. Finally watched first two new True Detectives. Nic Pizzolatto rises again. Brilliant.
Running!
Who isn’t? Even Romney may be back in the fray. Christie. Jindal. Kasich. Join Trumpster, Huckabee, Cruz, Paul et al. So many clowns in the little car. How does Arnold say his home state? Carly Fiorina. Nod to Jimmy Fallon. At any rate. It’s going to be so much fun!
Let Bernie take on Hillary as a sideline. C’mon. Vermont Socialist Jew with a Brooklyn accent? Talk about entertainment. Bring it on everyone! Still holding out for my Bloomberg Mike. Strawberry Fields Forever. Bon weekend.
GOT out
Game of Thrones season finale. Spoilers-ish. Cersei, Jaime, Stannis get their what for. Khaleesi encounters her original peeps. Jon Snow will soon be playing tennis with Andy Samberg. Arya gives as well as she gets. Tyrion rules. Sort of. Snippets of humanity between beheadings.
Hillary v. Jeb. Is that all there is? Probably so. In the meantime, off to vacay.
Check out 2015 book reviews for summer reading consideration:
The Green Road, Anne Enright.
The Wonder Garden, Lauren Acampora.
The Mad Boy, Lord Berners, My Grandmother and Me, Sofka Zinovieff.
At the Water’s Edge, Sarah Gruen.
Ruby, Cynthia Bond.
All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr.
The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins.
The Magician’s Lie, Greer Macallister.
Boston Girl, Anita Diamant.
The Devil You Know, Elisabeth de Mariaffi.
H-Rod Trek
Hillary is making her umpteenth I Am Running for President “introductory” speech. This time on remote Roosevelt Island in New York City. To conjure her spirit animal Eleanor. And her mom. And her granddaughter. Okay. We get it. It’s all about women.
It’s just that Vanilla Ice Chappaqua Grandma isn’t exactly going to energize the young ones. Or the persons of color. To get out and vote. Of course, she’s the only game in town. I just wonder why she wants the job at all. Because she’s a woman? Is that all there is? We’ll listen and see. Bon weekend.
Mad Men Continued
Imagine what happens to our favorite characters post-MadMen7 in the ’70’s:
Don Draper changes his identity again to hide more bad behavior. He moves to San Francisco and becomes ‘Hal Riney’ where he builds the West Coast network of Ogilvy & Mather. Then, he starts his own eponymous agency and launches “You’ve Only Just Begun” campaign with Paul Williams for Crocker Bank.
Sally stays close to her Dad and moves to L.A. to study acting. She is the youngest winner of an Oscar for Paper Something. Her brothers are much happier with a loving aunt and uncle. Creepy Glen forever goes away. Yay.
Pete is recruited as CEO of Procter & Gamble. He hires Salvatore as his CMO. Peggy ditches Stan and rises to Creative Director at McCann. Roger tires of zou bisou Marie and returns to his original wife, also his real life Talia Balsam. Zou bisou Megan back in New York is the “Irish” ingenue star of Ryan’s Hope.
Joan, the smartest best business person of the bunch, my fave, leverages her success in the new entrepreneurial venture to become Managing Editor of Cosmo Magazine in its heyday. Yeah. I know. I can’t let go.
Side Trek . NYC 