Founder.
Being Bill Murray.
Chapter One: media and account roots in the old-school advertising heyday at McCann-Erickson. Chapter Two: rocket-shot stint at global dot-bomb. Chapter Three: founder and master of simplifying the complex with seemingly obscure but shockingly effective analogies.
Jabberjaw.
With whiskey. Hold the coffee (we call that “Irished up” where I come from).
As main Bestower of Nicknames, I’ve somehow grown a nick-proof Teflon coating. Or, maybe the team is protecting my fragile ego.
“Old” Bond movies (pre Dalton and Remington Steele) and the sweet sounds of Wham! (Wham!).
I putter around in a small plane, scream at football fields (or TV screens of football fields) and travel to places where I’m a bit out of place… at least for awhile.
I’ve been told I can “talk a buzzard off a sh#twagon,” I’m a master of crappy accent imitations and I can analogize and metaphoracate with the best of them.