My friends, for the last few / several / however many days, I have been buried deep in a bunker of thought, introspection and professional advancement at a marketing conference focusing on the question of the consumer’s self-image and its effect on rationalised sales data. As you can imagine, my head feels like it’s been fucked by a horse.
Over the course of this conference, several significant thoughts have occurred unto me. First, I have no fucking clue what the consumer’s self-image has to do with rationalised sales data. Not one. Not even a small slice of half of a clue. Second, I have no fucking clue what rationalised sales data is. Third, I should NEVER agree to attend a conference without first checking whether there will be booze there. A conference in a ‘dry county’, as the Yanks call them, is a fundamentally stupid idea. In fact, it’s FUCKING stupid. I’d go as far as to say it’s more stupid than Robbie Williams.
The most striking thought to…er…strike me, however, was this: as a communications expert, marketing thought-leader and advertising inspirationalist, I thought it was about time I stopped going to other people’s conferences and staged my own. I’m in the early planning stages, but I’ve settled on the name CultureSmash. (I originally went for CultureFuck, but my mother (who’s nearly target audience) said it would offend God.)
What I want CultureSmash to be is a completely 360 imaginarium that brings together experts from the worlds of advertising and communications, social media and branding, and puts them in a cross conversational environment with members of a range of other everyday professions – doctors, teachers, postmen, strippers, nurses, sexworkers, massage professionals, eroticians and so on. You know – just a cross-section of the public.
What a conference room at CultureSmash might look like if this was the type of room I actually booked.
What I also want CultureSmash to be is the conference that end-games the sectorised reliance on silo-specific jargon. I want it to establish a commercial and social truth in and pertaining to the methodologies, strategies and conventionalised behaviour-patterns surrounding the societal deployment of online social tools.
I can’t make it any clearer than that, really. I think.
A smaller conference room of the sort that may or may not be available at CultureSmash. Imagine if it was available, though, eh? Imagine if it was!
Here’s a tentative agenda for the day, based on my experience of conferences, and my firm beliefs about how they should be organised.
Friday (date TBC), 12.30pm
Meet and greet at Dog & Hog, or Radish Bar, or Dog Bar, or God Bar (depends one which I haven’t been ‘de-customered’ from on the day).
An informal session that will give delegates the chance to get to know one another in an informal setting. Drinks available at delegates’ own expense.
Friday, 7.30pm
Keynote Speech
With the informal meet and greet out of the way, delegates are welcomed to the main venue where Dave Knockles will deliver the Key Note Speech: Emulsifying The Now. Disseminating The Future. (I came up with that in the bath. Once I work out what the fuck it mean, I’m pretty sure it’ll be amazing.)
Friday, 7.40pm
Networking at Delilaz Executive Dance Bar
Keynote Speech over, it’s time to let our hair down. Delilaz, my preferred erotic lady bar, has agreed to lay on some fish paste sandwiches and a selection of executive vol-oh-vonts. (And if I know Delilaz, those crazy, naughty, over-enthusiastic, borderline law-abiding girls will be dishing out handjobs for 45 notes a go! They are incorrigible!)
This is your chance to really cut loose before the Army-standard schedule I’ll be enforcing tomorrow.)
Saturday, 3.30pm
Breakfast
No fucking about. NONE. If you had a lager shandy too many last night, tough shit. I will personally be rousing delegates with a visit to your hotel room. You think I’m joking? I’m not! I’ll probably be in one of your hotel rooms come morning anyway! HA HA! (Seriously, though, I won’t be booking myself a room so I am expecting a bunk-up.) We really need to be up and about by 3.30pm. Well, okay, let’s be reasonable, 5pm. Or…let’s think about this…everyone will need a shower and shit and a bit of a rest, then a cup of tea…okay – let’s say breakfast is at 7pm on Saturday, but NO LATER. Unless you’re late.
Saturday, evening-ish
Seminars and shit
I mean, what does ‘evening’ mean? Could be 6pm for some people! Could be 11pm for others. Let’s just stay in touch. Text me, I’ll pick it up. Anyway, I’ll have all these rooms booked, so let’s use them. I’ll do a seminar on, like, ads and shit, and you lot can fill in the rest, right? Just sort it out amongst yourselves and…you know…have fun! Just make sure that by the end of it, we’ve got an answer to all the major media, digital and advertising problems of the age. Yes? Agreed? Good.
Saturday, later…like…whenever
Networking
You really have no idea how important networking is. So let’s fucking network our tits off.
Sunday, all day
Sunday will be devoted to calm reflection, analysis of the issues facing us as a society and some other stuff I will fill in soon. Above all, it’s about calm reflection. For fuck’s sake. Calm. No noise. Just sit there and shut the fuck up.
I think that works, right? Let me know if you fancy it and I’ll put it on a long list of things I need to get round to.
I am Dave Knockles! And I am the king of the conference!