Seems I've sparked off quite a thread about the vaccuous, banal and incestuous world that is MySpace...
I cannot accept that Foxx has decided that he needs a presence in this environment. Someone said "I don't care, Foxx is my friend now."
Right...

I don't like upsetting people, but this is really something that needs to be questionned. There is a serious risk of credibility erosion that needs addressing.

AND

If we go through with our plan to look for new offices, prefereably with two or three rooms so that I can have 'my space' back (ha!ha!ha! pun intended), will giving D his own room exaggerate his sense of self-importance.
We've been chasing someone for a £400 ad in the PG who apparently told him to "p*ss off" when approached to place something. They had a big row about a mistake D made in an earlier publication and he was told then not to bother asking them to take part in anything else he ever did.
So by some bad management we put his ad in the PG..."dont worry about it, he'll be OK".
Jo coped with the phone call very well I thought and fairplay to the client he was polite to her. Still cost us a lot of money tho...

I suppose I have to take my share of the blame for trusting D like this again.
He designs the forms and prints them all out.
Fill them in.
Get them signed.
"He told me over the phone that the AD was OK" isn't going to be good enough anymore.

The floor above the station round the corner is up for rent.
How big is it, and how much will it cost?