A day in the life of an Art Director

Imagine wearing a tight fitting tee shirt with hot pants that just about cover your bottom, a pair or ankle socks and plimsolls. Take this image of yourself to the Science Museum. You’re walking around looking at interesting and engaging exhibitions. You’re so engrossed and inspired you start to take pictures with your phone and record notes. You don’t see the wood and metal chair at knee height that’s fixed to the floor. You walk into the chair with such force you nose dive to the floor, losing your phone and pad on the way down. Before you know it you’re sprawled across the floor face down. You turn over. You’re thinking “what the hell?” and then the pain hits you. You can’t move. People are staring at you. Your legs are throbbing and you can’t get up because the pain is too much. A first aider is called to your assistance. By the time she gets there you have managed to peel yourself up from the floor, but you’re still crippled by the pain. The first aider tells you “I think this cut has gone down to the bone. I better get my colleague up here for a second opinion. It could be an A&E job.” Nausea washes over you. You are either going to be sick or faint. You cannot speak. You are quickly placed back on to the floor. The colleague appears and informs you that you’re going to be all right. You don’t need to go to hospital. You sigh with relief.

That was I on Wednesday 1st September.

Weirdly the accident happened moments after I had my eureka moment.

What did I learn from this? That sometimes communication can be so engaging that it leaves you flat on your back, humiliated and bruised!