Well we come to the end of another blistering week here in sunny London.

We, the Name team have been adding to our existing brow sweat as we work feverishly to diminish our ever increasing workloads. The office is looking tidier little by little as the piles of newspapers disappear and the desk setup becomes more aesthetically pleasing, bringing another computer into its ranks.

Hugo, the newly hired intern, is intently holding fast in the ascension of his steep but reasonably smooth learning curve growing before his eyes. Working on projects throughout the week his jobs went from an impromptu insurance broker to an apprentice in web design. Although his easily most frustrating moments came at the hands of Facebook, their polling applications and the fact that a basic fan page does not have the capacity to invite friends to an event is a clear flaw in the design which has been left unresolved for litrally years.

Having finally got round to completing the send out on Alondra Bentley’s latest EP, Nat is discovering that the cost of sending out over a hundred copies, is chasing over a hundred companies to review it. The rest of the week’s been taken up by chasing sponsorship for the sold out Outlook Festival, and choosing which lucky brand agencies get flown out to attend, unfortunately not her…

Dave has spent a whole lot of his time explaining our arcane Dickensian accounting systems to a polite but incredulous professional accountant, and meanwhile writing the copy for Essential Music’s new website, and announcing their latest signings. He’s also suddenly being asked to write references for past interns and is not sure just how honest to be.

John this week has been mainly confirming his annual suspicion that he’s just not built for hot countries. When not melting into his chair though he’s mainly been getting excited about the upcoming Glitch Mob gig at Koko, preparing for the Edinburgh fringe with the lovely people at WeGotTickets and trying to determine what if any use a psychic octopus would be in a pr company.

Big cheese Sam claims, “if ever there was a week of cock ups this was it”.  And it wasn’t just O2 – although they did manage to mess up the porting over of his telephone number, meaning his line was dead for much of his birthday – so he apologises now if you texted and got no response. (As a side note this could be a convenient excuse should one have forgotten to ‘call’ on his birthday entirely).

Our new bookkeeper managed to copy Dave our client as opposed to Dave our press officer on half the weekly invoices, we had various stories pulled for a series of annoying reasons and if things carry on as they seem to be between two of our clients we’re going to have to split the office in two, separated by electric fence and barbed wire as we each drop molotov cocktails over the barricades!

Ah well, you can’t say pr’s boring…

Just a quick reminder that the deadline for applications for the chance to join our team is fast approaching see add. CVs need to be with us by Monday morning. It’s competitive though, with the ratio of applicants to our one place approaching triple the figures recently reported on for graduate jobs in the press.

Thats it for this week,

Over and out from the team at Name.