I am a Nurse in Melbourne and I just happened to be searching the web whilst plugging a bloody hole in a guy's neck with my thumb when I stumbled across this blog.Wow. I didn't realise how cool advertising was! How do I get into it? Does it pay well? Is the award show called Lion because you guys are the kings of the jungle? ROAR!My favourite photo is of the people in the pool, especially that girl without much clothes on. I bet she got a promotion after that one! Not very SUn Smart though.OK, gotta go. A smacky just tried to eat a styrofoam coffee cup and now black stuff is coming out of his eyes.

Thanks, Lynchy, for providing such extensive photographic coverage of the antipodean contingent.Every so often I think that it might be nice to go to Cannes again. That my memories of it as a place that turns nice people into pretentious twats and caricatures may be undeserved.But when I gaze at the output of your ever-present camera, I realize that I am wrong.

and the gold lion for best use of sparkly shirt goes to...

Simone is in Cannes?

Well done everyone! Well done.

Not quite sure, 11:55PM, how you can tell that nice people have been turned into "pretentious twats and caricatures" just by looking at photos, but I'll defer to your doubtless better judgement on that.What I can tell you is that the folk I ran into in Cannes (including many of those photographed) were pretty much themselves, having a bloody good time, and no more or less pretentious than they are when I see them here in Australia.I suspect you're simply jealous. And given how much fun it was over there, you have every right to be.

Nursie, they're called lions because advertising is the art of lyin'.

And the fact that you weren't there suggests that you made no contribution to Australia coming 4th in the world. So before you go hanging shit on these people go fuck yourself.

I just wonder how many of those beautiful women were Coulsoned?

Hey LukeDid you offer anyone out? You know for a bit of biff like you did on the blog that time. Come on spill the beans

7:07 PMShut up ben.

No need for Luke to do that, 3:21PM, no need. But it was funny at the Gutter Bar to see a certain Melbourne creative suggest a certain Sydney creative and he "take it outside", only to have the Melbourne lad back down when the Sydney guy took him up on the offer.

No I didn't. I'm a shy and retiring type, me, and was in bed by 10.30 every night.

9:36 Names please, names.Melbourne Lad.

Who's the camera hog in the cheese cloth?