A small seasonal break with tradition

USUALLY this column is about stuff from the advertising press. Well, this time it isn’t, not directly anyway.

You see this is a weird time of the year for me. With all the holidays around, a great wave of sadness suddenly sweeps over me. And here’s why. I am, by my own admission an old hippy. I was a teenager in the 60s and I believed it all, love, peace and the whole thing (even though, even then, the Israelis and the Arabs were beating up on each other).