Love Rats
The lecturer on my advertising post-grad course was a cult figure among his students. Still is, it seems - he’s now achieved the online apotheosis of having a Facebook group devoted to him. Though bearing in mind there’s probably a group devoted to “Picking your nose and wiping/sticking it under the desk like used chewing gum when no one’s looking”, perhaps apotheosis is a little strong.
In any case, the group is called, “I wish Tony Cullingham was my dad”, and the first rule of our “dad” was: “Don’t use puns.” He thought they were cheap and easy and that they don’t really mean anything. “What’s the idea?” was his war cry. “Is it simple? Is it effective?”
But now I have left all that copywriting stuff behind and (as another Facebook group puts it) have the much more respectable job of playing piano in a brothel…. well, this means I don’t have to have ideas; I can just make lots of puns (between off-key renditions of “Honky Tonk Woman” and “Misty”).
So, that’s what the cartoon’s based on. A pun… and then some stereotypes. Sorry, Tony.
