living in levenshulme ghetto, unemployed and skint. this is what we often refer to as 'the snid life'. for those of you who dont know, snid means snide, which means pretty god dam awful. The one thing that brings us together to make the snid life more bearable is crackin' open a few tinnys of strongbow in the evening and bitching about said snid life.
why are we living the snid life? why dont we get a 9 to 5 and live the good life? because in our quest to become creative advertising extraordinaires, its endless blood sweat and strongbow. knowing we will one day crack this industry, pulling our feet out of each others arses and gettin them in an ad agencys door.
this blog is to give an insight of our journey to getting that first job in advertising. Maybe giving you an idea of whether its worth rubbing shoulders with the crem de la crem of manchesters finest crak'eds at the job centre or avioding the kitchen after 3am as to avoid sydney hankering for scraps and willing to fight anyone who gets in his way.sydney is our gigantic rat.he isnt a pet, he was there first though, so to evict him would be extremely unfair.