I have worked with Jade over the last five years, at two different companies and across a range of different clients. Despite the variety of subject matter, the different communication needs and the sometimes bizarre requests, Jade has always brought creative solutions to the table. Her brilliant mind and great work ethic make for a powerful combination of strategist, concept developer, project manager and wordsmith.
Despite wearing many different job ‘hats’ (and wearing them well), Jade’s most prominent skill is writing – she is a talented writer that adapts her style to the purpose of the communication, whether it’s a humorous script or a serious, heart-wrenching advert. She intuitively knows what works, how to adjust to different audiences and how to hone her words to razor-sharpness.
It’s been an absolute pleasure working with Jade and I would encourage anyone to place their writing needs in her very capable hands.
I was just thinking the other day that it’s been a while since I’ve written something that offended and polarised thousands of people, so I figured it was about time to write another angry, poorly-researched, opinion-driven rant.
“Whose hideous earrings are those?” I asked, my head feeling like I’d left it in a vice all night, my mouth tasting like I’d just gargled with Thai toilet water.
Back when I was a kid, there was a story about an old man, his son and a donkey. No, not, ‘Mr. Hands’, you sick fucks. I’m talking about some Aesop-fable, next-level, parable shit.
If you don’t work in ‘digital’ and have to wade through the endlessly repetitive stream of bullshit spouted by agencies trying to sell you an app, it could, I suppose, seem like quite an intimidating river to dip one’s toe into.
Or: How We Violated Several Zoning Regulations for Charity
“You know what we should do?” Cara says, as we squint against morning the sun and drink too-strong (and therefore perfect) coffee, “we should do a fundraiser for the victims of xenophobic violence at the Ethiopian restaurant.”
“That’s a good idea,” I tell her, because it is, but I don’t even know where to begin.
Remember how much simpler it was to get dressed when you had a school uniform? Sure, it didn’t fit properly most of the time, provided zero protection against the weather in any season, and made you look like a twat and feel like a prisoner. But it also meant that choosing your outfit of the day was far less confusing or taxing in the morning.
To be fair, you probably also spent a lot less time hung-over as a high school student, which also helps matters.