On this gloomy Manchester morning we set off to Google. The CreativJam team, Danny, Jess and I, lovingly nicknamed the JamFam, jumped on the Pendolino from Manchester to Euston. On the train we met a lady who was writing her masters thesis in fine art and film. When I sat down, Danny and the woman were chatting about algorithms. Her strange artistic vision was to put an algorithm on trial for stealing private information. Danny told her he had recently built an application for a recruitment agency that scraped the LinkedIn API. Suddenly the ice was broken. It has to be the strangest on a train ice breaker I have encountered but we swapped details. As far as I can tell, Danny may be a star in the film. Watch this space for a further update on that.
We arrived in London. We scoped out Google’s colourful HQ over on Tottenham Court Rd and waited eagerly in reception. The problem was, Google couldn’t find him. You may sense the irony in my tone. We had gone to the wrong HQ. This is what happens when you Google Google and use Google maps to get there. We cracked the maps out again and wandered over to Buckingham palace Rd HQ instead.
We met with our contact albeit a little late, and he took us through some facts and figures. He told us all about their products and explained that we were one of a small number of agencies they had recently flagged up with potential for growth. This meant we qualified for their full support. This is great for business moving forward, as I have recently completed their digital marketing certificate. To get myself back up to scratch, having the backing of the Google team & their account strategists meant a best practice guarantee for our clients.
Time for Beer.
We left feeling quite special, and congratulated ourselves on the laid back nature of our trip arranging. It had allowed us an extra few hours in the big smoke to get some grub and a few pre Christmas drinks. After wandering through Covent Garden, we went with Danny’s recommendation to eat at Wahaca, which was pretty decent if you like quesadillas & guacamole, which I do.
Finally, With an hour to kill we tube hopped to Camden & stumbled into the Worlds End pub for a couple of drinks before wishing we had longer and heading back to Euston. If you haven’t been to this pub, you need to go, it’s all I’m saying. It’s like a surreal cross between a Victorian street and a pirate ship. Throw in a Tardis.
On the train home we met a top bloke called Alex, it may as well have just been the pub, because we finished off another couple of drinks and I dozed off on the hapless chap. It’s all good because in this world of professionals on a train, I had still managed to connect on LinkedIn first, then apologise in advance.
I believe Danny had to prop me back up a few times, but when we arrived back in Manchester my homing beacon went off & I found the nearest tram and quickly boarded it. It turns out it was going somewhere else. I’m here to tell this tale so needless to say I rectified my mistake and before long I was blissfully asleep in my own bed.