Jay Furby's Cannes Diary - Day Two from the Cannes Radio Lions jury room
OK so we start the radio judging. 632 spots later and I never want to buy a condom or bald hair cream again and now I speak fluent Spanish with a Japanese twang.
I haven't heard an Aussie ad (we are split into groups) and feel we are seriously missing a trick.
Luckily we are lying on the roof of the Palais so our tans are growing as the TV jurors turn into flesh-eating zombies. Suffer golden boys we are the ice cream eaters.
SFX: a brain fries as the fifteen mosquitoes singing happy birthday enters my cerebral cortex.


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