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to… David Crutton

cc…

re… deathwish…

David, I must apologise for the way things looked this morning. With the kerfuffle of the drill, I can appreciate how my karmic state of creativity could so easily have been misread for something less productive.

Bizarre as it might appear, flat on my back in my underpants is invariably the repose in which my finest ideas arrive.

The artistic process defies rationalisation.

Legend has it that a personal hero of mine, Bernie Taupin, has reconstructed his father’s potting shed at the end of his garden in Beverly Hills.

It is in there that he writes all his lyrics.

When the result is something as ethereally wondrous as Candle in the Wind it seems churlish to mock his eccentricity.

But I digress. I write with the news that the answer to the Coke challenge came to me during my reverie. The indefatigable Susi is printing off the scripts as I type.

I would love you to have a preview in advance of the 3.30.

You may, of course, disagree, but I believe it is the advertising idea that the ladies and gentlemen from Atlanta have always deserved but, until now, have never had.

Si