A large portion of the blogging community will already be familiar with the fantastic blog standinaqueue. Some will know that the person who set it up is a delightful chap called William Deed. A couple of you might even know he recently finished a post-grad course in advertising at Falmouth. But only a few will know that William spent last week on placement with us at LOVE. This is nothing to be ashamed of – we simply didn’t tell anyone.
At the start of the week I asked Will to write a small piece on his experience at LOVE for our blog. Obviously he’d have to wait until the end of the week before he wrote it, or the experience wouldn’t have actually happened yet, but the subject could be whatever he fancied. Most importantly, in an honourable copywriter’s pact, I assured him I wouldn’t change a word. So here, in its original form, is Will’s experience of LOVE. I think it’s a compliment…

There’s something rather disarming about an agency that calls itself ‘Love’. It creates an expectation that you would not gain from a company that has founded its name from the three managing directors, or the latest primary colour. And so it was that I entered the Love offices on Monday morning with less trepidation than one would expect.

Despite this, it wasn’t really until Wednesday morning when I felt comfortable enough to contemplate my surroundings by sitting on the office loo. The entrance to which is just next to the desk of Danni; the gatekeeper of the Love offices

To be fair, I may have relaxed sooner had Simon not muttered something on Monday morning about the inefficiency of one of the flushes. And so before Wednesday I tended to use the, rather clean, facilities in the Arndale Shopping Centre.

Unfortunately, Thursday morning things got a little tense. I had been taken out for a few the night before and was not really feeling my best. A grumpy stomach demanded some relief and with haste I entered the stall on the right, with the one on the left having already been occupied.

It was a rather noisy time and so, with an ear witness next-door I was somewhat anxious to escape. But one of the fellas was been rather stubborn, and the third attempt of a flush brought with it no luck.

I had two options, either to do the right thing and publicly announce to the office straight away that it was me. Yes, I did it. Or to avoid later embarrassment when the culprit was sought and to leave Love straight away.

A quick phone call to Gary Wood and a text to my sister, and I had a couple more options. Either fish it out and hide it in my bag or to try and find a jug.

I found an oversized mug but it wasn’t big enough, and then soon I was distracted by putting post-it notes up on the wall.

And so it is with delight that I tell you that the drama soon passed, and not one of the kind souls who work here said anything.

I think that this is a fine testament to the people of Love and, as such, good things should happen to them always.

PS - Just a quick note to clients and future visitors of the agency: Will’s dilemma can be avoided by a repeat, ‘pump-action’ style flushing technique - Three or four fast flushes should do the trick. Unfortunately I have no idea if the same applies to the ladies’ toilet. I must apologise to Will for not telling him this on Monday, but it just felt a little soon to be talking toilet with him.

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