Archive for September, 2010

Gary Vine’s Guide to Coffee Intake

Sunday, September 26th, 2010

Everybody knows that the number one component of any business is coffee. “If business was an elephant, coffee would be the elephant’s best friend. And everybody needs a friend.” – Stephen Fry.

I run a soon-to-be-successful not-non-profit organisation, but I didn’t get to where I am today without hard work, hard play and a hard cup of Joe. That’s why I’ve put together a little guide to what I feel is the ultimate lube to the tight back door of the business world.

Coffee – How much should I drink?

If you’re not looking to nail at least 13 jugs of the blacky-brown stuff every morning then you might as well change your name to ‘Mr Fail from Failtown, Sweden’, because you don’t get nowhere in business without a false feeling of awareness. Coffee provides this. Here’s my morning breakdown:

8am: Get up, call self a Business Tiger, have shower whilst drinking a cup of Sweet Sweet Jesse James. If you still have some left by the end of your third scrub, throw it over your face, let it soak for 2 minutes, then wash it off with a can of Lemon Chinatown.

10am: By now, you’ve gotta be looking at a 6.3 coffee-to-speech ratio. My assistant Anya (unpaid) often wants to know the day’s agenda at this time, but she knows it’s best to wait until I’ve finished my third jug of Jango Fett with Soya. If you’re doing it right, you’ll be able to jog around the room, sweating agenda, showing who’s boss.

12pm: Don’t bother with lunch unless you’re happy with second-best. If you must eat, try coffee beans on toast in a nice milk sauce.

1pm: Have a quick nap. This will be difficult at first due to your caffeine intake but once you get the hang of it you’ll be away to dreamland in no time. Don’t worry if all you see in your dreams is fire; that just means you’re halfway there!

3pm: Wake up from nap. Have a Tomato Latte. Snort some oregano. Job’s a good’un.

5pm: Normally at this time I get Anya to geoff off to the bank to make sure no direct debits are coming out. If she comes back with bad news, I sack her. Then I rehire her. It’s the only way she’ll learn.

7pm: Tea time, and nothing goes down better than a lovely steak shake with added Mascharano granules. For dessert, have a nap.

9pm: Watch The Apprentice with a large Jessica Tandy (Asda exclusive. Follow the in-store direction for ‘Dried Fruits’, do a left at the exit then go to Starbucks).

10pm: Sleep time. However, I always get Anya to watch me sleep with a pen and paper to take note of my sleep ideas. If it wasn’t for this method, I wouldn’t have been able to patent my ‘Key bag’ (like a regular bag, except you put keys in it).

Well, just as I’ve been typing, Anya has strode over with a lovely cup of Lynx Java. Mmmmm, two sugars please! I hope you have enjoyed my guide to coffee. Next week, I will talk about ‘Networking’, which is like going out but without any mates.

Ciao!

Burned flat

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

My flat usually smells of success on a Tuesday, but not today. That’s because last night Anya decided it would be a good idea to ‘surprise’ me with some traditional Eastern European baking.
She’d been going on about baking ever since we got back from our business trip to Manchester (well, we sat about in an overpriced beard cafe talking about how cool it was that Captain America was being filmed nearby. But don’t worry guys, I only had a cup of Tetleys and actively refused to talk about cakes because I AM 31 YEARS OLD).

Anyway, she’d been talking to the woman behind the counter in the shop. I think she was called Box. Box started going on about how she likes to bake cakes rather than be interesting, and Anya’s massive insecurities about not being taken seriously in the UK led her to an open oven (not for the first time, eh? I didn’t get that joke when her doctor first said it yesterday!).

So I come in last night all ready to watch Something In HD after a long hard day being creative in a space and I find that Anya has stunk the place out baking Chicken Cakes.

What the hell is Chicken Cakes? I don’t know.

Regardless, the place now smells of burned chicken so I can’t do any business. As a result, I have decided to take three days off while the smell goes away. Anya has been subsequently disciplined and has been banned from going to anywhere with beards in London. Including The Beard Sanctuary!!! (Not a real place – just a joke I made but she didn’t get it and I had to explain. The Lost Hour.)

I’m worried about her becoming uber-trendy like that bit in Spider-Man 3 with the hair. Just last week she was going on about communism – how retro is that? Get out of the 1980s, love! I live in the future. She needs to keep up instead of avoiding the real world by living in the past.

Gotta go – I’m getting a fax and Mad Men is on!

My internet profile

Saturday, September 11th, 2010

I woke up from a recent nap at work realising that I haven’t updated my Facebook profile for a while. I have a Twitter, but I don’t know if I can use it any more as you are only allowed 140 characters on it, and Stephen Fry and Jonathan Ross take up at least nine of those spots.

Anyway, I have decided that instead of updating on Facebook, I will update here. I will also do it on my iPhone because I am socially awkward (in a funny Michael Cera way ahahaha).

Name: Gary Ricardo Vine
DOB: Thursday
Inspired by: Mad Men, HBO, Sopranos, Box Sets, Dragons Den, Tall Peter Jones, BBC
Job: CEO, Head of Creative Design, Official Don Draper for Gary Vine Associates
Favourite search terms: Barack Obama, WWE, Britney Spears, Britney Spears nude, Heath Ledger, Jon Hamm, John Hamm nude, Heath Ledger nude
Favourite films: Any film that involves lying in a cool way
Martial status: Yes, please!
Sex: Single
Car: New Mini Cooper
Passions: Coffee, Princess Diana
Ambitions: To one day be President of the United States/run a successful small business

See? I’m an interesting guy, and I should be allowed to be one of Twitter’s 140 special characters! Anya is currently reading this over my shoulder (she is doing her ceiling stretches) and I can tell she wants her own profile online too. So here goes!

Name: Anya
Inspired by: Gary Vine, socialism
Job: Assistant to Gary Vine

Not bad, eh? If I was to do Lucy’s profile, it would probably go like this:

Name: Lucy Shaw
Weight: Fat
Job: Idiot
Martial status: Some guy named ‘Chad’
Ambitions: To get back together with Gary Ricardo Vine

I don’t miss her one bit! Anyway, time to go back to work after my next nap.

Ciao!

Power

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

The electricity is back up, which means I can get down to the important stuff I’ve been putting off…

Finally up to speed on Mad Men. I love Don Draper, and have started drinking during the day to be like him. Anya says this is a bad thing, but she doesn’t understand us creative types. She especially doesn’t understand my need for a power nap between 1pm and 5pm every day. How else am I going to get things done if I can’t sleep for at least 15 hours per day?

I haven’t heard from Lucy for a while and I don’t care. As long as I have my business, Anya working on my business, and the casino I’ll be happy. Me and Lucy had nothing in common anyway. I run a business giving people help, and she’s a nurse – how could we? I certainly don’t miss her parents, I’ll tell you that much. Always trying to help me out and support me. Who do they think they are?

This week should be an interesting one as we’re applying for charity business status. We help people, so we’re a charity. How does it matter where the money goes? We’re a lot like Age Concern but younger – who can help those guys anyway?!

Back to Mad Men, I’ve come up with a perfect Mad Men-style advertising poster to get people into our business for advice. It’s been inspired by 1962…

Poster

I’ve designed myself after a heavy day of being Don Draper. Anya said she doesn’t like it but she’s not the CEO, creative director, copywriter or Legend of this company.

Anyway, I’m going to send her out around London to stuff these in people’s letter boxes.