I had to laugh when I went to the Creativity on-line site to see even more stupid pictures of people in Cannes getting fucked up on $25 a pop drinks, while making complete arsehole's of themselves, then falling in the pool along with their fellow "Co-Workers." Or, should that be "Co-Wankers?" Then I was stunned to discover this shot of Anthony O' Reilly collecting his Media Person of the Year award. I mean where is this guy coming from? Where is the ripped tee shirt, the vomit stained jeans, the bicycle messenger gag nonchalantly slung over his chip fat stained shoulder. Can you believe the guy actually had the fucking nerve to show up in a dinner suit. But then again, he's fucking media... Not a douchenozzle creative. But wait a minute... Isn't media the new creative. I'm getting confused here. Time to put on the old Tux and get hammered.

Then I went back on the Creativity site and discovered this picture of one of the juries obviously blown away with the quality of the shit they were watching. I think it just about sums up the whole sorry state of Cannes in the twenty first century... It's just one giant fucking yawn!!!