George Parker is the perpetrator of Every Tuesday he shares his opinions on the advertising world with PSFK.

I have to admit, I’m a bit of a pack rat, I keep far more shit than I should, and only throw stuff out when it begins to overwhelm me. Speaking of which, have you seen that new book about the two brothers who lived in a house on the upper West side of Manhattan many years ago and were found dead surrounded by tons and tons of stuff, including a Model T Ford in the dining room. What I want to know is how the fuck they got it in there? Anyway, the point of this ramble is that amongst all the shit destined for the trash, I found a copy of Wired from June, 2006, when it was still a half way decent magazine. On the cover is a very smug looking Rupert Murdoch, because he’d just bought MySpace for a little over a half billion dollars, and everyone was saying what a clever old fuck he was, ‘cos it was worth a lot more, seeing as how it was growing faster than Kudzu up a Georgia telegraph pole.

This content is available for Basic Members.
Already a member, log in