You too can be superheroes

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday May 13, 2011

Were you like me as a kid? Did you pretend to sleep till mum put the light out and left the room, then pull out a torch and read comics under the blankets?

And what were our favourite comics? All those amazing superheroes of course. In a corner of your room a hefty pile of well-thumbed and swapped garish magazines: Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, Spiderman. A lot of your life revolved around that little collection.

So who would have thought that all these years on you'd still be entranced by these heroes - and that they would become a multi-billion dollar business?

Every year the movies keep appearing and filling the multiplexes. Not just with teenagers and kids, either. A good few fogies go along in memory of dark and distant bedrooms.

But never mind the ten-cent comic. In the past 33 years our superheroes have pulled in $17 billion through box office windows world-wide.

The first of these mega-flicks was Superman. In 1978 Warner Brothers took the plunge and budgeted a huge $60 million to make a kids' film that had to pull the adults in as well, if it were ever to make profit.

A chunk of the budget was spent on insurance - by buying the biggest names in Hollywood like Marlon Brando, Gene Hackman, Suzannah York, Glenn Ford. In the end it cost double the budget.

But when it grossed over $300 million, suddenly it was not such a crazy business proposition and the comic books started their epic migration from print to screen.

DC Comics held sway with their Superman and Batmanfranchises, but a decade later their great rivals Marvel Comics got into the action with the movie Blade.

From there the race was on. Marvel started to dig into their catalogue, bringing us the X-Men and Spiderman series.

Many did well, others failed to even repay their expensive special-effects-heavy budgets.

But boy when these blockbusters hit, they bust the block. The biggest grosser world-wide has been Batman: The Dark Night, with Christian Bale as the good guy and our own late-lamented Heath Ledger as the Joker. That pulled in more than a billion bucks. Makes the $200 million investment look a bit less crazy.

These movies rely heavily on pulling in the early swarms of teenagers looking for holiday diversion.

This is why the new Thor opened last weekend in America to capture the Memorial Day start of the summer season, whereas here in Australia it started a month before, to catch the Easter holiday crowd.

Once again this big budget was invested in a sterling cast. Some of the least comic-book actors you can imagine like Anthony Hopkins and Natalie Portman and that most Shakespearian of directors, Kenneth Branagh.

But it wasn't such a risky decision - already it has earned eight million more than its $150 million budget, and half of that was made overseas, while the real US income has not hit yet.

Of course in this age of giants in the corporate world you can forget about the gallant little art and story company of the early Stan Lee days. Now each belongs to a huge corporation: DC with Times Warner and Marvel with Walt Disney.

Being publishing houses, the business cuts both ways. While the magazines created generations of fans weaned and familiar with the stories, the movies also promote the magazines.

Even accounting for the flops and disasters, these super-movies cost an average $73 million to make and returned an average $150 million each. Not a bad investment if you've picked the right superhero.

ray@ebeatty.com

What a hard life you live - let me slap you with The Truth

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday May 6 2011
What would you call me if I told you that you have never been richer, or better clothed and fed, or safer from war and death, than any previous generation?

A fool? A pollyanna? No - it's the truth, and that's official.

In the media, from the morning editions to the nightly bulletins, from the mouths of politicians and commentators, come the cries of doom, death and thievery. But research guru Phil Ruthven of IBISWorld reports differently.

Are the costs of groceries making us poorer? Don't see how - we only spend seven per cent of our income on them. And less than two per cent on utilities, so much for the "soaring costs".

Our average household income has never been higher - ever. Today it's $130,000; in 1901, in today's money, it was $30,000. Even twenty years ago it was only today's equivalent of $100,000.

We live in a service economy. Where others in the world struggle to put food on the table, we spend just 25 per cent on retail - that's food, clothes, fridge and car. And we spend 11 per cent on entertainment and holidays.

Now tell me, whereabouts is the hardship we all whinge about? It's not in the figures so it must be in our heads.

Ah but what about war and struggle and terrorism? Well I don't want to sound cold-hearted here, but the problems are really small beer.

The Human Security Report is a think tank at Vancouver University. They study global conflict, and last year reported that once again wars have dwindled.

Yes there are still lots of internal, civil wars. But no grand conflicts like the First World War which killed 65 million, or the Second which killed 72 million.

I know it's small comfort if you have someone serving in Iraq or Afghanistan, but the Report states that today's conflicts kill 90 per cent less people than in the 1950s, when colonial wars were raging.

Between 1992 and 2008, the number of conflicts dropped by 40 per cent, and those they call "high-intensity conflicts", where more than 1000 deaths occur, fell by 78 per cent.

In other words there are less wars, killing less people, than at any time in world history. But how often do you read about that in the media? Well I'm trying to strike a very out-weighted balance.

Did you know that we are living in what historians call "The Long Peace"?

"It's a change of spectacular proportions," says historian Evan Luard. "Perhaps the single most striking discontinuity that the history of warfare has anywhere produced."

Sorry, but a few louts on Dandenong Station is not the same level of threat as the entire youth of the country being shipped off to the Somme or the Rhine.

At this point let me hand a medal to our business people. They have made the major impact on our wealth and prosperity. Efficiencies in production and the supply chain have pulled down the price of food.

Economies of scale have reduced the prices of manufactured durables. The growth in services - from medicine to communication to finance - have made our lives healthier and more comfortable.

And the very act of trade, the increasing dependence of every nation on every other nation, is our strongest peace weapon. We can't go to war any more - we'd be dropping bombs on our own branch offices.

So to sum up in my most diplomatic words: shaddup and quit your whingeing! Life has never been this good before.


ray@ebeatty.com

Be Bewitched by Your Advertising Agency

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday 29,2011

Do you remember Darren in Bewitched? He worked in an advertising agency, which seemed pretty cool when I was a kid. He was incredibly versatile: sometimes writing a campaign, sometimes art directing.

Or he could be servicing the client and taking him to restaurants, or making the TV commercials and probably booking the media. Fortunately whenever he got into a pickle - frequently - he had a wife with a magic nose who could save the day.

When I got into the business, agencies still looked much like his, though there were a lot more staff to handle the various specialties.

But agencies would work with their clients in planning their marketing, preparing campaigns, running ads. They receiving much of their income as commission agents. Today nothing much has changed - and everything has changed.

For a start, they now avoid being called "advertising agencies". In fact they go to great lengths to dodge the phrase. Like Saachi & Saachi: "We're not an ad agency, we're an ideas business. We are a full service, integrated communications network."

Or J Walter Thompson: "JWT is the world's best-known marketing communications brand."

This is because they believe that businesses equate the word "agency" with that typewriter and drawing-board image of Darren's day. Whereas, today's agency is all computers, digital media is the buzz, newspapers and network TV no longer have the total dominance they once had.

I remember being advised some years ago, when I ran an agency, to change its description. "Clients think of agencies as expensive and too structured. These days they want more flexibility, and to pay less."

So I did change the description, to "Marketing Solutions". To which prospective clients replied, "Oh, does that mean you're an advertising agency?"

Yes, change your spots as often as you like, you're still the same pussycat underneath. And whatever the label, there are good ones and bad ones. You need to be able to tell the difference.

A good agency will work with you to develop a product and plan a campaign or the year's advertising budget. Because they are experienced with a lot of different clients, they should give you a different perspective, a clearer view.

Yes they do depend on commissions and service fees. However they are described or structured, it still comes down to the fact that if they can't make a profit from your account, you have no value to them, so be cautious about striking hard deals.

A good agency can help you manage your advertising and marketing day to day and probably save you the cost of a couple of extra marketing staff.

But most importantly, they should be able to bring a whole new creativity to promoting your product. It may not always be in media you fully understand, talking to a different generation. But if you know your product well, and your market, you'll know when it's right.

How to tell a good agency? You look at their presentation and think, gee that's good. I've never thought of my product in that way. They really make me want to have it.

Their creativity should do more than please you. It should excite you. Maybe even frighten you. "I know it's true but can we really say that?" And the hairs rise on the back of your neck, you feel a prickle in your spine - that's the response a great idea should arouse.

And don't worry about what they call themselves. Focus on what you want to achieve - and allow them to help you do it.

ray@ebeatty.com
Blog: themarketeer-raybeatty.blogspot.com

Sing a song of adverts

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday April 22, 2011

Can a song glue your product to the customer's heart? Is it time to get a jingle?

Like everything in advertising, jingles are a fashion item. In the seventies and eighties you would automatically get a jingle written for your new commercial. By the nineties and noughties they had gone out of fashion and any music used would be a recently past hit song.

Now they have started to come back, though their supporters prefer to call them "short songs". But we are still not at the levels of the past.

"They've made a little bit of a comeback," said Mike Brady, "but still nothing like they used to be." Mike should know. In his time he wrote some of the best of them - I'm lucky I'm with AAMI is still being used, and Up there Cazaly resurfaces every footy season.

"They're particularly prevalent on radio," he continued, "A young man at the footy last night recognised me and started singing every jingle he knew - from Taylors Tree and Stump Removal to Call Call Carpet Call."
This is their secret. Mnemonics - their ability to stick in your mind. Paul Kancachian of Image on Line calls it "sonic branding". His company works mainly through the internet and produces a steady flow of jingles, again especially for radio - and in their case, a lot of regional radio.

"I believe they are coming back," he said. "You don't need to be in the room but as soon as the Bunnings commercial plays on TV, you see the commercial in your mind."

Composer Keith Moore blames the decline in Australian jingles on the loosening of advertising quotas. "There was nothing stopping overseas tracks being run here, but the Americans made sure their musicians stayed protected." He hasn't written a jingle in five years, now concentrating on film and TV music.

Both he and Brady point to lazy advertising creatives who just hunt out music tracks and buy up the rights, "Do you know how much they pay for these tracks? Hundreds of thousands but they don't own the song," says a frustrated Brady.

Warming to a favourite topic, he declared, "I still passionately believe that a product in a song will be remembered for decades." He then rattled off You can't beat a Sao for a snack, You ought to be congratulated, Aeroplane Jelly - as having stuck long after the campaigns finished.

He might have added some of his own like The Pride of the Fleet Will Be You and Hard Yakka. "It's an effective way to embed a product in someone's mind."

Journalist Paul Ryan once spent a boozy session with a handful of friends and picked the top ten Australian TV commercials of all times. Six of them were jingles, like the original VB ad ("Matter of fact I've got it now"), Slip Slop Slap, I like Aeroplane Jelly, Louie the Fly, Vegemite, and Life. Be In It.

You've got to admit, these definitely win the going of "sonic branding". But how much do these commercials cost to make?

All made the point that it depends on how grand the track is. If you want the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra it will cost more than one man on a synthesiser, but they start around $10,000.

Which raises a question that has been nagging my mind for the past few weeks. What on earth does La Mer (the sea) have to do with Adelaide wineries? It's a beautiful song but does it really say "Adelaide"?

ray@ebeatty.com
Blog: themarketeer-raybeatty.blogspot.com

The times ain't changin'

Melbourne Herald Sun, April 15, 2011

For years now Bob Dylan has not been shy to point out that he never set out to lead any protest movements or become the voice of his generation. He was just a rock 'n' roll singer who drifted into folk and politics because that was where the action was at the time.

The fact that little Robert Zimmerman just happened to write some of the greatest poetry of the 20th century was a by-product of his quest.

This has been happening as long as history. Shakespeare was an actor who wrote plays so that he could get work. He could knock them out and produce them in a few months, making sure he always got a part.

More recently there was another penniless actor, who wrote a script and refused to let anyone else play the lead role. That's how Sylvester Stallone got into the big time with Rocky.

The point is, as Rocky would say, as a working stiff no-one's going to do you any favours. If you want a project to succeed you have to do it yourself.

Business, like so much of our lives, is a mixture of ability, hard work, a sense of direction - and especially good luck.

The luck of meeting the right person at the right time; of being in the right place when an important decision is about to be made; of being touched by the fairy godmother and having the sense to realise it.

That can be the way to riches, like Leonard Bosack and Sandy Lerner. They both worked at Stanford University, California.

Starry-eyed newlyweds, he devised a way to connect the computers in his Computer Science lab with her Business School network. To do it he created a device that controlled the routes taken by packets of data. And the router was born.

A couple of years later the couple left to start their own company, Cisco. Which at last count was worth $40 billion. The Bosacks aren't there any more and there are disputes about the history, but I like the idea that a man invented a multi-billion dollar industry so he could tell his wife what time he'd be home for dinner.

The Nobel Prize is the world's greatest award, but it exists because of a split second when the pendulum of fate could have delivered riches - or death.

Alfred Nobel was a Norwegian chemist trying to find a way to stabilise the notoriously dangerous explosive chemical, nitroglycerine. One day a flask of it was knocked off his bench. Which should have blown him to smithereens. But when it didn't, he searched to find out why.

It turned out that sawdust on the laboratory floor absorbed the chemical and pacified it. After numerous experiments with other agents, dynamite was born and Nobel became one of the richest men of the 19th century.

Fortune's kiss still pecks at random. Less than a decade ago at San Diego, a graduate student called Jamie Link was working on a piece of silicon when it disintegrated into dust. But then she investigated the properties of this dust and found that it could still work as sensors.

Her team at the university, led by Professor Michael Sailor, have developed these into chemical detectors that can warn of hazardous chemicals such as a biological attack, or be injected into the body to detect particular genes or bacteria.

It's an invention where science has not even started to count its possible uses. But around the world thousands of labs are working on it. Before long a whole new industry could be born doing - what we can't even begin to imagine.

So don't be scared of accidents or disasters - take a close look to see if there could be the kiss of fortune behind them.


ray@ebeatty.com

Silvertops ain't so decrepit any more

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday April 8, 2011

These days the silvertops include Paul McCartney, Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Kim Bassinger and Olivia Newton-John. They don't look so old and doddery any more.

In fact the over-55s are a powerhouse of wealth and industry and plenty of them are still pretty cool. So we all have to rethink this demographic bundle.

Roy Morgan Research have been doing just that, looking closely and doing the maths. For a start, these days nearly a third of all Australians are over 50.

The percentage has been creeping up steadily over the past few decades. As Morgan's MD Michele Levine mused, "A change like that is substantial. I like to use the analogy of a 3 or 4 degree increase in the temperature of the ocean – it matters."

Not so long ago the worrying picture was the prospect of a land of decrepit pensioners being supported by a shrinking population of young workers. But this is not what the research is discovering.

For a start two-thirds of those pensioners have their own homes, no mortgages and they don't have kids or school fees to support any more. So even though their income might be lower - $41,000 versus $73,000 per household - they get to keep it all themselves.

They were also blessed by Paul Keating. When he pushed us all into mandatory super back in 1986, he planted the seeds of today's prosperous retirees, who have 25 years' worth of built-up capital behind them.

This kitty is now worth $1.2 trillion and suddenly our oldies don't look so old any more. Added to their properties and other savings and investments they own $3 trillion, or 49% of Australia's household wealth.

Not only that, you can't get rid of them - so long as they're standing, they keep on working. Today one third of over 55s are still working. In the past this used to drop off to below 17 per cent as people retired at 65.

It's just as well, though. There is no way Australia could have sustained the strong economic growth of the past decade without the skilled workforce supplied by the wrinkleys. (Now there's an interesting word - first coined by brash, rude baby boomers, who are ironically finding it applied to themselves.)

In giving Morgans' State of the Nation talk last week, Ms Levine pointed to feminism as a key factor: "Given the dramatic changes in women's role in society, much of the growth in workforce participation has come from women."

This wealth works as an engine for the economy. Mum and Dad can afford to get themselves a new car - pay for it on the nose. And maybe a caravan for that long-promised trip around Australia.

A new kitchen or roof, get someone in to clean the house a couple of days a week, go to the hairdresser or the theatre whenever you like - these are no longer wait-and-save or take-a-loan decisions, these are just spontaneous purchases.

We now have a sizable population of people who earn a good wage, have low costs, and are backed by substantial capital and savings. That's a marketer's dream.

As a society we have to rethink what's "over the hill". To quote Ms Levine again, "I think the evidence is still in that our ageing population represents a real asset, not a burden, and there is more potential yet to be realised."

ray@ebeatty.com

The viruses you want to catch

Herald Sun Friday April 1, 2011

Never one to resist a bargain, I love keeping tabs on the viral video scene, especially seeing the clever ways it has been used as a marketing tool.

Currently the world's number one viral video of the month, is actually a six-minute commercial. I first saw it a couple of weeks ago, sent by one of my joke-buddies. (You know, those mates who keep sending you rude jokes.)

It was certainly out of his mainstream tastes - in fact it was a piece of science. The video is both a commercial and a short animated film. From Corning Glass, it's called "Day made of glass".

It's the story of a family in the future, but not too far ahead - most of the technology we recognise as already existing, but here taken to its logical development.

In a modern bedroom an alarm wakes the couple. It's in a TV screen half the size of the wall. The windows change from opaque to transparent, letting the daylight in.

Mum goes into the bathroom, as she freshens her face, the bathroom mirror also displays a TV and her Outlook diary. In the kitchen the whole benchtop is interactive glass.

On one side it's a touch-sensitive computer that's also a TV, the other half is a stove top that appears at a touch and is regulated by a finger tip.

So the commercial goes on, indoors and out, home and office, everything is interactive touch sensitive glass. It's a future we can recognise.

At last count it had 10.5 million views and growing. You'll see what I mean on YouTube.com, just type in "Corning day of glass".

Here in Australia the media always do well - if the public likes something they want to see it again and again. Like the famous screw-up on Australia's Top Model where Sarah Murdoch was fed the wrong winner and had to profusely apologise and change the result. One and a half million people liked to watch that.

A good viral publicity stunt - if you can pull it off - is the "flashmob". Invented by Bill Wasik of Harpers Magazine, it features dozens - even hundreds - of "passers-by" appearing in one public place and doing something spectacular.

Last week a flashmob appeared at Central Station, Sydney. Music played seemingly from nowhere and a boy started Irish dancing in the middle of the concourse. He was joined by a few girls and boys, then a group of adults - until there were scores of stiff-armed, leg-kicking Irish dancers watched by a rush-hour crowd brought to a halt.

You'll find it on YouTube if you search under St Patrick's Day Flashmob Sydney. The Irish Tourist Bureau organised it, with seemingly every Irish dancer in the city. But it worked - they got 660,000 views and counting.

There are a lot of examples of these viral videos and they are well worth doing. But just bear in mind the realities.

While those videos that win the jackpot run up hundreds of thousands of hits, this little newspaper gets one and a half million "hits" a day. Multiply that by every paper on the planet and you'll see that the digital era is still a long way off replacing paper and ink.

So what's the world's most popular viral video? The one that scored half a billion hits? Well it's a 17 year old Canadian schoolboy. Yes, Justin Bieber's Baby takes the popularity prize.

ray@ebeatty.com
Blog: themarketeer-raybeatty.blogspot.com

Can people's behaviour be change by advertising?

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday March 25, 2011

Do you smoke? Drink and drive? Beat your spouse? If you don't, chances are that the reason why is due to advertising.

The past half-century have seen the emergence of "behavioural marketing" as a major media element. That is, advertising that changes our society's behaviour.

There has always been heated debate about whether advertising can be used for social purposes - is it a denial of freedom of expression or political manipulation?

But the evidence is now in: yes it does work, and it's much more effective than threats and punishment, though these can be build into the message.

The campaigns of the modern era can be dated back to 1975's "Life. Be in it", created by Phillip Adams and artist Alex Stitt, who drew the character of Norm. Looking around today we have to wonder how successful that campaign has been - no shortage of Norms and Normas on the streets.

Their follow-up work was "Slip! Slop! Slap!" against skin cancers, in 1981, another phrase we'll never forget - though not always obey.

These days social campaigns are a staple part of our nightly TV diet.

The road toll was a nightmare task, tackled by the Transport Accident Commission through Grey Advertising Melbourne in 1989, with fierce blood and guts determination. The vivid pictures of killed children and maimed passengers shocked the community. The slogan "If you drink, then drive, you're a bloody idiot" was also rudely intrusive.

But the campaigns - Grey have made over 40 commercials, most of them backed by billboards - have been taken as a model around the world. Just last year a web film "Everybody Hurts" won gold at the New York One Show.

If the proof of the pudding is in the eating, TAC gave us a feast. In 1989 the road toll was 776; in 2010 it was 287. It took a lot more than just promotion, but the advertising made some of the legal measures more acceptable.

Melbourne still leads in the field, with The Shannon Company billing itself as the "Behavioural change communications company".

CEO Bill Shannon believes that social communications can effectively steer people in new directions. In his words, "We encourage people to change their lives willingly and for good".

They have tackled difficult problems through unexpected creative approaches: "The most important reason for making the workplace safe is not at work at all." They show not the grisly factory accident, but the family waiting for Dad to come home.

Shannon's took this approach again with the pokie menace: "Think of what you're really gambling with." Not just money but losing your family.

Smoking has been the big success story. The Quit campaign has seen smoker numbers fall from 40 per cent of the population in the 1970s, to 20 per cent today. That's a lot of lives - smoking still kills 15,000 Australians a year.

AIDS is another area where behavioural marketing has played a big part. But Phillip Adams was unimpressed by 1987's "Grim Reaper" commercial which scared everyone but was off-target.

As he recalls writing in our sister paper The Australian, "The only proven mode of transmission was anal intercourse. 99.9 per cent of cases at the time."

The campaign he would have produced had one of the most memorable slogans he has ever written: "Don't come in the bum!" Somehow I missed seeing that one on the billboards.


ray@ebeatty.com

Truth in Advertising

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday March 18, 2011

In the current movie The Adjustment Bureau, Matt Damon is a politician giving a concession speech after losing an election. Bitterly disappointed, he throws away the script and tells the truth.

How his tie was chosen after focus group research, that his "personal beliefs" were dictated by policy committees, that so much of what he had done in politics was hypocrisy.

The public's response is that he suddenly soars in the opinion polls. Could it be that truth is a new marketing direction in politics?

It certainly recalls our Prime Minister's "real Julia" speech in the last election, that arguably helped her scrape back into power.

Or take Hollywood bad boy Charlie Sheen. His recent histrionics have seen him sacked from top-rating TV show Two and a Half Men. Is his career destroyed?

Well he has organised a stage show for Detroit and Chicago called Charlie Sheen Live: My Violent Torpedo of Truth - and it sold out in hours after his announcement to his two million Twitter followers.

What's more, research by media buying agency MediaCom found 45 per cent of Australian men thought he would make a good spokesman for alcohol ads. The liquor industry was quick to disagree.

MediaCom's Paul Payne commented: "Charlie Sheen has created a new group of predominantly male followers who value his honesty and ‘real’ character shining through."

But what about honesty in marketing? Is there a place for "Truth in Advertising"?

Around the world right now there is a big debate about "Traffic light nutritional information".

"Traffic lights" is a system printed on packages of processed foods, like cereals, snacks or processed meats. And on the menus of fast food stores.

In the UK it has already become law. Foods now show a graphic on the front of the box, with four circles, indicating amount of fat, saturated fat, sugar and salt. They are coloured either green, amber or red - like traffic lights .

Next to each is a short explanation. A cereal might be low in fat and saturated fat so they would show a green or amber coloured "light". But maybe the sugar content is unacceptably high - that would signal red.

Or maybe a "sugar-free" dessert does indeed show a green-level sugar content, but bright red lights for fat and saturated fat.

It has now been recommended in Australia by the Government's National Food Labelling Review and backed by organisations like the Cancer Council and Choice.

Jane Martin of the Obesity Policy Coalition said these labels, "Are better understood by consumers with lower literacy or from lower socio-economic groups, empowering them to make healthier food choices."

Not everyone agrees. A fierce dogfight has broken out between the food manufacturers and the nutritionists.

Cancer Council Victoria research has found that that 87 per cent of Australian consumers shown the system, liked it. However 77 per cent of food manufacturers hated it.

They have been lobbying hard against the moves. They are willing to highlight a "percentage of daily dietary intake" message.

The foodies will have none of it, they found that consumers are puzzled and confused by that system.

There again, there is yet more news from the inexhaustible flow of research on the topic. Deakin University did a recent test to gauge what effect this new knowledge would have on consumer patterns.

They measured sales of on-line groceries before and after the information was provided, over a 10 week survey.

The result? Thanks for the information, said the consumers, who then continued their usual buying patterns with scarcely a pause.

I'm sure they still watch Two and a Half Men, too.


ray@ebeatty.com

Now you too can swipe credit cards

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday March 11, 2011

My favourite columns start with the words: "Remember where you first heard this". Well this is one of those, remember where you first heard the word Square, because in the future you'll hear a lot more about it.

I'm sure you've stood impatiently at a supermarket checkout while the customer in front goes through all the credit card rigamarole for just $20 worth of purchases.

So how will you take it, at your coffee shop, when the purchase is a $3.50 latte? There again, you can take your lunch partner's credit card and swipe it for their half of the bill - paid straight into your own account.

Yes, you can be the merchant too once you have Square. Forget all the bank paraphernalia and tax file numbers, this is an attachment the size of half a matchbox with an earphone-type plug sticking out. You just plug it into your iPhone or Android mobile.

It has a slot on its side. Run a credit card through it, and enter the sum, which is credited to your account. They sign for it using the touch screen. Currently the limit is $60 but that is in the process of changing.

How is it different from a shopkeeper's merchant facility? It isn't, that's the point. Except - to join the facility, just go to their website at squareup.com and fill in the application form. A few days later the dongle will arrive, ready for use.

And that's it, no ASIO checks or interrogation by the bank manager, no joining fee, no membership fee. No bulky contraption - just your iPhone and a little plastic cube. The flat charge is 2.75 per cent of the transaction.

Ah but there's a fly in the ointment, of course. Currently it's only available for US bank accounts and can only handle a limited number of phone models. But all that is being worked on.

What's remarkable is that The Square was launched just 16 months ago. The idea first occurred to James McKelvey, a glass blower in St Louis. He lost a $3,000 sale because he did not have credit card facilities.

This set him thinking. What was so complicated about reading credit cards? Why can't you do it with a mobile phone? He took the idea to Jack Dorsey, founder of Twitter, who jumped at the idea.

With money behind it - the last whispered estimate of Twitter's worth was $10 billion - the idea did not take long to be developed. By November 2009 the first betas were being trialed.

The point is, your mobile phone is a very powerful little computer and can perform complex tasks. You swipe the card through the Square dongle. Up pops an entry screen with keyboard. Fill in the amount and any explanatory note.

With a couple more button touches the money is sent to your account and a receipt is sent to the payer's mailbox. This contains the transaction details, your name of course - and even a map showing the location where the purchase was made.

Just last month a group of girl guides had a fund-raising cookie drive. The only difference between these nine year olds and your own daughters is that they live in Silicon Valley. In fact one dad is a manager with Facebook and he heard the girls complaining that people were coming to their stall without any cash to buy the biscuits.

Well he fixed that in a day. He downloaded a Square account, sourced a dongle, plugged it into his phone - and pretty soon the girls were selling box-fulls of biscuits to their very impressed, nerdy neighbours. Watch out for a girl guide near you, soon.


ray@ebeatty.com

When the pop star is a robot

Melbourne Herald Sun, March 4, 2011

Living in St Kilda means that all sorts of cool things happen in my neighbourhood. Like last month's St Kilda Festival down at the beachfront.

I shuffled to the back of the crowd for the final act of the rock concert, pretending I was still 20-something. But before long my age showed through.

You see this act called Muscles came on stage - a man with a box the size of a portable organ. He pressed some buttons and the huge stage speakers boomed out a drum beat.

He pressed some more and a rhythmic tune played, and then he sang over the top. Nice intro, I thought, now the rest of the band will come on. But they didn't.

I moved to look into the stage flies for the silhouettes of guitarists and trumpeters. No-one there. This man was truly solo. But the kids in the crowd waved their arms and rocked to the beat and didn't seem to notice that it was one man with a barrel organ. And that was the main event.

I left wondering about all those drummers and guitarists and piano players who didn't get a gig that night because they were replaced by a robot.

Then I saw the real robots.

In Japan (as always?) they lead the way, with Hatsune Miku. She is one of the top-ranked pop stars in the country. A sexy sixteen-year-old with short skirt, long legs and two long turquoise pony tails that sway with the rhythm as she belts it out on the concert stage.

Except she isn’t real, she’s a 3-D hologram, a computer generated character from manga cartoons. Her voice and music are animations too. She sings through the Vocaloid 2 software developed by Yamaha.

The program uses the voice of a Japanese actress broken down into their basic phonics and then brings them together with controls for pitch and tone. You input your own words, and they are sung. But not like HAL from 2001 Space Odyssey, this is a “real” voice with a wide vocal range.

Check her out on YouTube and you’ll find her “39 Festival” concert where her projected 3D hologram sings and dances to an adoring live crowd of 25,000 fans, backed by a band of (thank goodness) real musicians.

Even opera isn't immune from the tide. An English company called Zero-G was one of the early developers of Vocaloid software and now sell a small library of voices. "Tonio" is their tenor (handsome stubble-chinned avatar on the box), while "Prima" has soprano voices including duets.

But Emma Matthews needn't start worrying yet. While the voices are very good and well programmed, they lack a human quality. But they always hit the top notes they are set.

There is a growing world interest in the field, with professionals like Mike Oldfield using the voices to spice up their music mixes.

As thousands of musicians, animators and programmers work on expanding and polishing the programs, you can be sure that the quality of productions will skyrocket and that the Hatsune mania will spread around the world in various guises.

In Japan her first album sold 80,000 copies and her latest was at 31,000 by the end of January - and this at a time when CD sales are supposedly dying. This one's very much alive.

When Hatsune's creators were deciding how to extend their character, some 40,000 fans signed a Facebook petition for an English language version of the pop star. It's now in the works, look out for her in your local music store.

How do you put a value on an idea?

Melbourne Herald Sun, February 25, 2011

Ask anyone who has spent a few years before the mast in advertising agencies. After the second beer the stories will start to come out: of unscrupulous clients who have ripped off their ideas.

The problem is with the way the ad business works. A client will ask three or four agencies to prepare a proposal for their new year's campaign.

The agencies then draw up their advertising plans, and produce some creative ideas that they hope will thrill the client and win the business. But by revealing your idea, you have already played your ace.

Now, I've known large companies where they have hired one agency on its marketing plans - but they really liked the other agency's creative ideas.

So then surprise surprise, the winning agency's campaign runs - and at the centre of it, your clever commercial or slogan in slightly different guise.

Was it theft or did the winning shop luck on the same idea for their presentation? You’ll never know and it’s very rarely that anyone ever sues.

In the US they are having a row over another variation on this eternal problem. Huge department store chain Sears Roebucks has called for pitches for its $500 million account. Very tasty.

However, one fly in the ointment has seen huge agencies like DDB, Leo Burnett and TBWA refuse to take part. Sears wants participants to sign an agreement relinquishing the rights to any materials or ideas they produce - whether they win the business or not.

You can hear the screams from Madison Avenue to the Bronx. "Unreasonable," says McCann Erickson's Mitch Caplan: "It's unfair for any client to expect ownership with no compensation for the agencies."

Especially considering that for a pitch of this size any agency would be spending well over $100,000 preparing it.

Pam Kaplan was Creative Director at Badjar for many years and lived through many pitches. “I found that in the last ten years we have become very upfront about this,” she recalls. “Clients would agree on a figure to pay you for a pitch.”

Veteran art director Glyn Ramsay recalled a canned fish account he once pitched for. Another agency won - but later their idea emerged, for another of the company’s products. “And they didn’t pay us for our creative. What are you going to do?”

It’s hard to take because in the long run, “That’s all we have to sell,” mused Ramsay. He believes a big agency should charge a client at least $30,000 for a creative submission.

Should advertisements be covered by copyright? “I think it’s going to go that way,” says Kaplan. “Photographers and illustrators don’t allow you to own the work - you pay for the use of it.”

So it should be with advertising, she says, “They should pay us according to how many times they want to use it.”

One of the greatest pains in the business comes when you lose the account - but they continue to run the ads you created. You see them on TV every night and know you’re not getting a cent for your idea.

Tony White of White Advertising and Beyond, is philosophical. Years ago his previous agency created “You’re lucky you’re with AAMI”. The account has long moved on - but the words are still everywhere to be seen. Millions are still being spent promoting them, but White doesn’t see a cent.

As for Sears, he would not sign their pitch contract - “But if they pay for it, then it’s a different ball game.”

Another agency head believes it comes down to professionalism. “Compensation says that the client respects and values the intellectual property agencies create.”

We all want to be respected the next morning.


ray@ebeatty.com

What’s going to happen to my bamboo Borders?

Melbourne Herald Sun, February 18, 2011.

It was such a shock this week to hear about the threat of destruction against one of my favourite habitats. Like a panda without his bamboo forest or a chimp without his jungle, how could I survive without Borders?

These wonderful shops filled with books and disks on every topic imaginable are living in the shadow of an axe. In the US they have filed for bankruptcy on yesterday.

In Australia their parent company, REDGroup Retail, also owns Angus & Robertson and is totally separate from the US. But now they too have hit the rocks, entering administration just yesterday. Not totally surprising after they posted a $43 million loss last year. Supposedly the timing is a coincidence.

Those who've lived in Britain in the past will remember the treasure houses of Foyle's in London or Blackwell's in Oxford - huge, great bookstores the likes of which have not existed in Australia since Cole's Book Arcade shut down. Then along came Borders and the big, rambling bookshop was reborn - at the Jam Factory, South Yarra in 1998.

The chain grew but more recently faltered. It was slow to react to way the wind was blowing with the online revolution. Amazon created a whole new form of book buying. Barnes & Noble were able to adapt to it. Borders, instead, gave this side of their business into the hands of Amazon. The fox is not Henny Penny’s best doorman.

In Australia it tried to push through the scrum in the e-reader revolution, with the release of the Kobo, and was price-fighting Amazon. But over the sides have gone a chief executive, managing director, and communications director in less than a year.

The market’s speed of change is dizzying. Take a look at your Yellow Pages and compare it with the five-year-old one that's still buried at the back of your cupboard. The new ones look like they've been through a slimming program with stomach clamps.

Here in Australia the online advertising market is growing by 21 per cent and is now at $2.3 billion. Pricewaterhouse Coopers, for the Interactive Advertising Bureau, found that revenue increased by $393 million, with every category rising by double digits.

This paper's boss, Rupert Murdoch, has been trying to make the online model work, jumping the difficult hurdle of getting the public to pay for news off their computers. Just this month he launched The Daily, a newspaper exclusively for the iPad. Be sure that all of the media are watching closely, hoping he can find the right formula they all need.

Personally I’ve long been an advocate of bundling online and newspaper into the one subscription package. I was pleased to see this week that in the US, one of their biggest magazines, Sports Illustrated, has taken this step. When you buy their home delivery subscription you get the web access - and vice versa, at the same price.

The other ducks and drakes we’re familiar with is mobile phones. Nokia is still the biggest but with iPhone doubling their sales last quarter - they’re now 16 million against Nokia’s 28 million units - the cool Finn is breaking into a sweat.

They think their latest alliance could be the answer, joining up with another faltering winner. A few days ago the two Steves walked hand in hand into the spotlight to plight their troth: "Together, we see the opportunity, and we have the will, the resources and the drive to succeed," said Stephen Elop of Nokia and Microsoft’s Steve Ballmer.

Microsoft will inseminate Nokia’s newest hardware with Windows 7 software, the intention being to give birth to a big, bouncing Apple squasher.

Ray Beatty

Welcome to the Super Oscar Bowl

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday February 11,2011

February is the biggest month of the year for American television. Unlike the bulk of Americans, this week you may not have been glued to the set for the Super Bowl, after all it’s not our sport. But movies are, so it’s odds-on that you will be there at the end of the month for the Oscars.

The best way to describe the Super Bowl is like the AFL Grand Final and the Melbourne Cup all in the same stadium at once. It's the football game every red-blooded American must see wherever they might be.

Hills of Afghanistan? Base in Iraq? Upper Klondike? Lower Plenty? If you're American you know by now that the Green Bay Packers beat the Pittsburgh Steelers 31 to 25.

This gives you some idea why companies pay $3 million for just 30 seconds of advertising space on the transmission - and fight tooth and claw to get a spot in the sacred space. They get their money’s worth too - this year’s Bowl was watched by 111 million Americans.

The other fighting and clawing happens at the Oscars on February 27. This is the second biggest event on American TV and it's not so small Downunder, either.

It has the advantage of being an endless show which leaves plenty of spaces for commercials so of course the stations love it.

Once again companies spend millions producing commercials as ritzy as the gowns on the red carpet, knowing that this is a time to show off.

Both spectacles are now putting a lot of effort into reaching the younger market. As in so many other areas, getting young people to take an interest is hard work.

The hit commercial in Super Bowl was a mobile phone ad featuring Justin Bieber and Ozzie Osbourne in space suits. Don't ask me to explain, it would take too long. Suffice it to say the teenage girls screamed with pleasure.

The Academy Awards is another show with hardening arteries, the average viewer's age is now 49.5 years. So they are going all-out to pep up their image.

They've brought in a hot advertising agency, Omelet LA, for a marketing campaign. It has been running since August, using a slogan "You're Invited". No doubt echoing the dreams of many a young actor and starlet.

This year's presenters have been chosen with a younger audience in mind. Instead of popular older presenters like Billy Crystal or even Hugh Jackman, this year they have selected two young actors: Anne Hathaway and James Franco, nominated for his role in 127 Hours.

The producers are putting in some 30 cameras, from the street to the dressing rooms and everywhere in between, so young geeks can follow every swear-word and nose-pick behind the scenery.

With their laptops they will be able to jump from camera to camera - and totally destroy any celebrity’s privacy.

Naturally there is an Oscars iPhone app, and no doubt all the participants, and audience, will furiously twitter like a forest of nesting sparrows at sunset.

The problem in Australia is that all this activity happens during our daytime, but we still get 700,000 viewers in the day and another 800,000 at night. Mitchells estimate the spots at $25,000. But nothing like the $1.7 million in the States.

If you want the real Oscar suspense you’ll have to sneak looks at it on your computer, when the boss is out of the office.

ray@ebeatty.com

The scurrying feet of the streetpress media

Melbourne Herald Sun Friday February 4, 2011

We're familiar with our society having an 'Underbelly' thanks to the media's exposure of a criminal world circulating beneath our horizon. But I'm equally fascinated by the 'Underfeet' that scurry around us, and that most of us never even notice.

You see the evidence when you walk down Chapel or Brunswick Streets or go to any alternative store. Those piles of magazines and booklets stacked next to the windows or in doorways, or in racks at the café.

You should take a look inside, it's a whole new world. If you're over 25 you'll scarcely know it exists.

The magazines call themselves "streetpress". They come in all shapes and sizes and qualities. And they are free, paid for by their advertisers.

Born in the 80s out of the alternative "zines" movement, they have become increasingly polished and professional. They have art directors and journalists. And they are a good way for an aspiring reporter to get some experience and a toe-hold in the profession.

Their major source of revenue is entertainment advertising. The live-music rock 'n' roll clubs, the touring overseas stars, the big gigs and little cafes, and scores of singers and bands, a whole industry operating below the radar. These are the magazines that cater for them.

You won't see many names you recognise, this is strictly youth culture. Bands with names like The Bloody Beetroots, Social Distortion, and Trash Talk. Within it cliques are catered for: heavy metal, punk, pop, blues - every style has its groups of adherents who spend a lot of their time dashing from gig to gig, following their heroes.

Their magazines are called Beat and 3D World, Fashion Journal and Impress, Rave in Brisbane and X-Press in Perth.

They give the fans all the news of the stars and the coming events that the mainstream don't even notice. "The first cover picture for Midnight Oil was in a streetpress magazine," said Craig Treweek, publisher of Inpress. "It was three years before the mainstream press recognised them."

Many years on, the dailies are more aware and have learned a lot from the freebies. But in turn the street mags have to be ever more avant garde, otherwise what's the point?

You know those strange outfits and clothing combinations you come across in the street or among your younger relatives? The mismatched tops and tights, the garish layering, the sprawling tattoos?

Well they are following fashion trends just as defined as Dior or Chanel. They are the fashions of the counter-culture, the rebellion against classics and formality.

The irony is that the street is where Gaultier and Lacroix go to seek their new fashion inspirations. From the back streets of Paris or the tenements of Harlem they bring back the ripped t-shirts and sagging jeans, then slap a $1000 designer label on them.

You'll see all this in action in the streetpress. This month's Cherie has a spread of glamorous shots in which the model is dressed entirely in artfully-composed garbage bags and gaffer tape. I don't expect to see that at the Lord Mayor's Ball for a while yet.

"We've made incredible progress in the past 20 years," says Jaymz Clements, Editor of Beat. He credits much of the advance on the increasing sophistication – at lower costs – of publishing software.

"These days we are getting advertisers like NAB and Nissan, who once would not have come anywhere near our magazines."

But customers are customers and their money's just as good, even when it’s carried on the underfeet.

ray@ebeatty.com

Twitter and Facebook bring on the grumps

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday January 28, 2011

Oh dear I'm going into one of my Top Gear meets Grumpy Old Men phases. A sudden loss of patience with what the rest of the world thinks of as wonderful.

It started when I read about Seven Group's new "Augmented reality phone app for Kia". It seems that with this world-shaking advertising invention: "You can stream a 3D animation of the Kia Optima from the television screen onto your mobile iPhone in order to interact with the car's features." Just point your phone at the logo on the TV screen and you'll be able to turn the car's lights on and off and change its colour or something.

I'm afraid I cannot for the life of me think of any reason why I would want to do such a thing - but then maybe I'm just not their market.

I flunked on Twitter too. I registered for it when it first came out, nearly five years ago.

After a few days of trial, the prospect of receiving the minute by minute random thoughts and banalities going on in the heads of every other being on this planet just gave me a headache.

I have enough trouble dealing with my own banalities and am quite capable of generating streams of random thoughts without any outside assistance.

Recently I thought, now time has passed, maybe I'd misjudged it and should try again. I logged on and started twiddling.

I find that my Twittersphere allows me to know that Britney Spears is shooting her new video, what Stephen Fry had for dinner last night, and an hour by hour recounting of the activities of the PM. Almost makes you sorry for our leader as she trudges from one boring meeting to the next.

I decided I was right first time, and disengaged.

I'm a little warmer to Facebook, mostly putting up family photos and events from time to time. But then I find dozens of messages there from people I hardly know - usually the less you know them the more the messages.

I think maybe I should delete them off my list of friends. But what if they found out and got offended? Oh dear, if this social media is the future of human interaction it's no easier than the old kind.

My marketing news is that Oprah has been the winner of all the TV ratings earlier this week, with 1.3 million viewers on Friday and 1.2 on Sunday.

Sorry to be a grump again but I really did sit down to watch the show, with the best intentions.

But all that American gee-whiz enthusiasm, ladies wetting themselves when Oprah walks into their shop, and Aussies at their most sycophantic barbecuing worst was just too much for me. In a spirit of patriotism I lasted an hour but that was enough before my stomach rebelled.

Don't get me wrong, I fully expect this Oprahtunity to fulfill all that it promises. Most definitely as an ad man I'd recommend my client pay the necessary millions to get the huge amount of publicity and exposure that will follow, and it will be a bargain.

Just don't ask me to watch it too.

The endangered Australian species: grocery

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday January 21, 2011


There's an Australian species that is being constantly, relentlessly driven towards extinction, yet nobody seems to care or speak out. Even the victims themselves.

The species is the dwindling race called Australian grocery manufacturers. The people who, for two centuries, have made what we eat and what we drink and the goods we buy. And their greatest predators are our vast supermarket chains.

A recent report from IBISWorld has once again pointed to the advance of the giants Coles and Woolworths as they grind the smaller brands off their shelves.

They have now reached a point where 25 per cent of their sales are private brand. But they have a higher target. After all, in the US more than a third of the products are own label, while in Britain it has now risen to over 50 per cent.

The latest category to feel the encroachment of private brands is liquor. By now we've grown accustomed to the fact that most of our take-away booze comes from the Big Two.

What, you don't buy your beer at Woolworths or Coles? Well how about BWS or Dan Murphy's or ALH, they're all Woolies. While Liquorland, Vintage Cellars and 1st Choice are Coles. Against them is the scattering of high street wine shops and pubs. Not much of a contest, is it?

What's happening now is a private label assault inside the booze barns. Wines like Baily & Baily and Crittenden, beers like Dry Dock and Platinum Blonde; Mishka vodka and Napoleon 1875 brandy, are all Woolies.

Coles also have a string of beers and wines. IBISWorld predict that in two years the majors will own 10 per cent of the liquor they sell, in Britain it’s already 30 per cent. At a time when our winemakers are struggling to turn a profit, they will be an easy mark.

Michele Levine, Managing Director of Roy Morgan Research, believes the independent brands are running out of time: “Our data indicates the move towards stores’ own brands is a function of improved product.”

So as the plain wrap gets less plain, there is less reason to spend the extra on familiar labels. Look at the results of recent Choice taste tests. The top products in ice cream, pasta, sauce, baked beans, cheese and sliced peaches were own brands. Even Tim Tams had a fight to come out equal with Coles Surrenders.

An eleven year study by Morgans showed the shoppers who declared “I buy more store’s own products than well known brands” had risen from 25 to 38 per cent.

IBISWorld senior analyst Naren Savasailam points to just a few safe areas, so far. “Confectionery, hygiene and cosmetics - the public trust their brands more,” he said. After all who wants fake Mars Bars or Chanel?

This illustrates the importance of giving your brand a strong identity, so the others look like fakes and the customers will insist on yours.

What’s the point of keeping a diversity of brands? Well, do we need more than two species of kangaroo, or parrot? What’s the point of 100 breeds of duck?

In business, just like in nature, we should insist on variety, through a wide range of choice.

The put-down class: are you victim or perpetrator?

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday January 14, 2011

The TAFE class on Customer Put-Downs 101 is in session.

Our teacher watches his group of computer technicians, giving handy advice. “OK the lady does not understand why her letter is completely written in purple capitals, let’s see that quiet smirk.”

The diligent student practices his smirk as he untangles the problem in four keystrokes, saying “Maybe if you read the note you made last time this happened, you’d be able to fix it yourself”.

“Good. Now John, show us your lecture.”

The students are role-playing. John leans over his “customer”, grabs his hand to stop him moving a mouse, and speaks sternly:

“No sir, you never keep clicking at an icon, that’s as likely to crash the program. Double click and take your hand away.” In character, our customer looks sheepish.

The mechanics’ group is obviously having fun. “When did you last check your oil sir?”
“My oil?”
“You use this device here, have you seen it before?”
“No.”
“It’s called a dipstick, a bit like you.”

“No Henry,” says the teacher. “Never use an actual insult like that on a customer. There are much more subtle ways of doing it.”

He demonstrates the dominant role: “You should check your oil at least every couple of weeks, sir. It’s this thing here - let me show you how it’s done,” and then proceeds with an elaborate pantomime that cracks up the whole team.

The first lecturer is now instructing the electricians’ group. “When you attend a blackout you first ask to see the circuit breaker box. ‘What’s that?’ they’ll say. ‘The thing that cuts off the power before whatever you’re doing kills you’”.

The group titters as he reminisces: “It was much more fun in the days of fuse wire. You should have seen a householder trying to replace a wire with a kitchen knife. You’d split your sides.”

But the champions of the course are the trainee doctors. They have the whole Latin language to play with.

“Now I want you to practice explaining a heart attack.

“Let’s see how quickly you can say: ‘Mrs Smith, your husband has suffered an acute myocardial infarction through an excess of atherosclerotic plaque. However our electrocardiogram shows it can be treated through a percutaneous coronary intervention.’

“Wait for her to nod like she understands a word of it.

“Now if they start to catch on, we fall back to: ‘The ECG of the AMI indicated the efficacy of a PCI.’ That’ll keep them quiet.”

All right let’s be honest, how many of you have suffered intense embarrassment at the hands of this training class? And how many of you would make good instructors in the techniques?

There seems to be an irrepressible urge, when you are an expert, to lord it over the rest. I have been accused of this myself.

Like when I demonstrated a simple computer manoeuvre to my wife for the umpteenth time, to be thanked with the words: “Take that superior smirk off your face!”

Alas most of us don’t need training classes to learn the customer put-downs. But they’re bad for business, and we must all learn a lot more humility.

And wait till there’s a closed door between you and your subject before you explode into a fit of giggles.


ray@ebeatty.com

Time to ask yourself some silly questions

Melbourne Herald Sun, January 7, 2011

A new year is always a good time to stop and take stock. People are on holiday, your clients are usually quieter so you can sit back and ask yourself, and your business, some questions.

Start with the basics. Why are you in business? Is it just your job, money to live on?

Do you want to make a target sum in a set number of years and then cash in and get out? Do you want to build a big, expanding business? Are you trying to prove something?

It's important you know clearly where you are going - it then becomes your road map.

Another odd question. What are you selling? It's amazing how many companies are not clear about their product.

Do you sell filters or do you sell pure water? Do you sell dresses or do you sell dreams, or sexiness? Do you sell houses or do you sell lifestyles, or investments?

You need a clear vision of your product so you can sell it to your customer.

But who is your customer? If you say "everybody" I'll scream.

You have to reduce it down to a picture in your head of who the customer is. A man or a woman? How old? How much do they make? Where do they live? What do they want?

Put a picture of your "customer" on the office wall - cut one out of a magazine - and look at it before you start every morning.

This doesn't mean you can't sell to others or approach non-targets. But it does give you clarity of aim.

Where are you priced? Are your goods expensive, or bargains? Are your services mass-market or exclusive? What is your standard mark-up?

Generally it is not a good idea to hop around with pricing. If you have a store or a restaurant your pricing is set down for all to see.

But in many other businesses it comes down to what the market will bear. And it won't bear too much messing around.

Imagine all your competitors on a ladder ranked by quality and price. Where do you fit on the ladder - at the top, the bottom, in the middle? Where in the middle?

Think hard about your company and its products. How do others see you?

Imagine it as if it were a shop. Is it freshly painted, with clean glass and elegant windows dressing? Does it feel welcoming when you enter? Are the goods well displayed and easy to understand?

Your company may not have a shop, but it has shop windows. Your advertising, web site, brochures, emails, phone answering. They all create the perception that the customer first sees.

Even if you’re a plumber or repair technician, your vans, uniforms, staff attitudes, follow-up are the windows into your shop.

So here’s the final silly question. Does your market know who you really are?

That vision you have of yourself, in your head. Does it shine clearly from the business? Do your staff know and share your vision?

They are the key. I suggest you write these thoughts down and when the staff are all back, take them somewhere quiet and discuss this with them.

Get them excited by your vision and you will have a prosperous new year.

Our happy isle basks in the cargo cult economy

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday December 31, 2010
It's a new year tomorrow, so how are things with the cargo cult economy?

You might remember from past New Year Marketeer columns that I recalled how the natives of New Guinea believed that the material goods brought to them by allied troops in WWII were gifts from the gods.

Food, machines, weapons, motor cars all appeared magically from the belly of cargo planes. After the war ended the gifts stopped. Then movements grew up to encourage the gods to restart their largesse - "cargo cults".

So they built air ports out of straw, planes of bamboo, radios from coconuts - to encourage the return of these magical goods. And even when repeatedly the cargo did not materialise, they blamed sorcerers and crooks, but continued to believe.

In much the same way, in the western world, for years investors believed stocks would always go up, wealth would always grow, goods would always flow, donated cheaply by the goodwill of China, and that economies never needed to balance.

Then two years ago the GFC blew down the straw airports and banana-leaf control towers leaving us all much poorer, sitting on a pile of straw.

So of course we have now learned our lesson and started building some substance, right? Developing new industries and infrastructure and manufacturing so that we will once again produce real products, instead of inflating share prices?

Well, er, no. You see the natives of this happy isle have indeed been blessed by the gods. We are being showered with cars, clothing, wide-screen TVs, flown in from overseas in cargo containers.

We can sit back in our deck chairs or our computer desks knowing that all these luxuries and goodies are being supplied by the world, and all they want in return is a few rocks from our gardens.

Well we have such big gardens and so many rocks that we will never have to worry about working again, will we?

I mean they are already paying us twice as much for our rocks than last year and even while the world was in crisis, our plane loads of cargo kept landing like clockwork.

Now some pessimists are calling out, what happens if the world doesn't want our rocks any more? Or how come the rest keep getting smarter and developing their science and industry, while we are re-arranging our stacks of straw?

For all the sarcasm we pour on the times, the 1950s and 60s wealth was used to give us the industries and infrastructure that allowed us to grow into a leading economy. Today we see any such initiatives maligned at both federal and state level.

A broadband network? "We can't afford it". But if we can't afford it now, when will we ever get up to world speed?

Desalination? "A waste of money". But what happens when the next ten-year drought hits our expanding cities?

"Universities should work on a user-pays system". This said by politicians who were themselves able to advance in life because of free education.

Investing our good fortune on the future, rather than buying yet more throw-away consumer goods, is not fanciful idealism, it's good sense.

We need to plan the use of all that money that's pouring in. Because sure as eggs, some day those cargo planes will stop landing, and so will those happy new years.

You’d better watch out - the zombies are coming to town

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday December 24, 2010

Here it is, Christmas Eve and as you put this paper down and step out into the street you’ll see crowds of wild-eyed zombies swarming through the City and strips and shopping malls.

In true zombie fashion they’ll brush past you with unseeing eyes, focussed on the distance and infused with panic. A disproportionate number of them will be men. They are the swarm of the Christmas Eve last-minute pressy panic.

They each clutch their gift list of relatives, children and colleagues which has been sitting in their pocket for a month but always overlooked because they were too busy and “There’ll always be time for that later when I’ve got a minute”.

Well later is now and the minute is gone.

If you are a retailer you will be well aware of this phenomenon and will await these buzzing souls like a spider in a web.

You put us signs saying “Pre Christmas sale” or “Gift-wrapping while you wait” and drag to the front all the tatty stock you know will be a problem to sell in the new year.

The easy to sell gifts have already long gone. Like the Zhu Zhu.

You haven’t heard of a Zhu Zhu? Then you obviously don’t have a small child. Because this Christmas it’s the gift that everyone wants - a plastic guinea pig that, as the advertising says, “won’t poop, die or stink”.

They come in 36 different styles and colours, making them collectibles - and of course every kid wants a set. Not to mention accessory beds, castles and even burger barns.

The name is Chinese for “little pig” and the toys are made in China - though it is an American company belonging to Russ Hornsby in St Louis, Missouri.

The other thing that happens at Christmas is breakdown. If the weather is hot it will be the air conditioning or the fridge. If it’s wet the spouting will finally crack. And if you’re motoring, your engine will blow up.

Then you have the fun of finding a tradesman on Christmas Day. After the first 20 tell you they can come in mid-January you find one who is willing to come out - so long as you have ample room left on your credit card account.

Even if you were smart enough to miss the last-minute gift rush, there are always more tasks rearing up.

How is it only now, hours before the guests arrive, that you notice how dirty the windows are? Or when you drag out the tableware you realise the tablecloth was not washed in the rush after last year’s dinner?

Now to prepare for Christmas dinner. Will your cousins be able to make it here on time? Better get some extra food just in case.

And that turkey’s looking smaller than it did in the shop - just in case we’d better bring in more stocks. So you dash out (or are sent out by a harried spouse) to find the extra food that will be needed to stop the guests from starving.

You fight your way through rioting supermarkets hunting for the items on your list, visiting three stores until you find the right items. Of course, next day half the guests will turn up from someone else’s party, well sozzled and stuffed, and hardly touch the food you’re prepared.

Ah what joy to the world! At least you can be grateful that you live in a relatively benign climate, and are not stuck sleeping on plastic chairs in London Airport.

So Merry Christmas to all my readers - stay safe, have fun.

Ray

Ring in the festival season

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday December 17, 2010

'Tis the season to be merry, and 'tis the season to get down and dirty at one of Victoria's many summer music festivals.

Being a festival promoter can be a rocky ride. You stage a hit and tens of thousands of kids charge in, tossing big money at you. Run a flop and you're the one doing the running, from your creditors.

Now I've got to admit that I'm more Woodstock than Summadayze, but well I remember summers past.

Promoters are always looking at next summer and ways to make it a hit. Some know they are safe. Big Day Out have already sold out in Melbourne, Sydney and Brisbane and have set up ballots for tickets.

Theirs is a dream success story. Ken West and Vivian Lees started the festival at the Horden Pavilion in Sydney in 1992.

Being low budget their big act was Violent Femmes. Then they took a punt on a US alternative group called Nirvana. Between the booking and the Day, Nevermind came out. And so did the punters.

Ah how the cookie can turn to gold. But it can also turn to mush.

Golden entrepreneur Richard Branson gave us a further Virgin brand, The V Festival which plays around the world. But even with the support of Virgin Mobile and Virgin Blue, it won’t lift off this summer. The official announcement is “We are taking a break”.

Market research group IBISWorld points to an over-saturated market. There are only so many kids, and so many days of summer. So around the country, big events like Homebake, Days Like This, and Lost Weekend festivals have cancelled.

In Queensland, Bam! also pulled the plug with too few ticket sales to cover the overheads.

Those who remain in the game have a great advantage this year. Our strong Australian dollar has put acts within our reach who might not have been so keen to come this far before.

We are looking at the likes of Public Enemy, LCD Soundsystem and Iggy Pop at BDO and other festivals, with U2, Eagles and Bon Jovi planning tours this summer.

At Soundwave on March 4 we’ll see Queens of the Stone Age and Iron Maiden. While just last month we saw Leonard Cohen at Hanging Rock.

And to top it off, we have Bob Dylan, BB King and Elvis Costello. You’ll have to go to Bluesfest in Byron Bay to see them, though there is talk of bringing the tour to Melbourne.

In the national accounts, the live performance business is not a major source of finance. IBISWorld quote it at $114 million. But for the artists involved it is important income.

One of the reasons why so many old rockers are back on the road is the simple fact that money from record sales has declined.

The income from an iTunes download, one song at a time, just does not make up for the millions of albums that these stars once sold.

Piracy has also slashed sales growth, making it just too easy for the music lover to steal their favourite songs and in the process kill the acts they love.

I hate cold calls

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday December 10, 2010

I don’t care what they say, every business person hates cold calling. They might tell you it’s the exhilaration of the hunt, or they have the hide of a rhino, but there’s always that moment’s hesitation before picking up the phone or ringing the doorbell.

If you’re in business there’s always a time when you have to be pushy and forward. Though what some regard as pushy, others would call a mouse squeak. However the rules remain the same.

For a start you have to know who your prospective customers are. The best way to start is by looking at who you have already, what they like about your product, and where you can reach more people like them.

Imagine you’re selling ladies’ shoes. Who are your market? “Women with feet” defines your market a bit too broadly.

Certainly you want women but are they looking for the latest fashion, or the greatest bargain? Do they want dress shoes or work shoes or runners? Initially you just want a few hundred of the best prospects, and their contact details.

Now prepare a story. Maybe they bought from you before, in which case the story is, “Do you remember the shoes you bought from us last year?” Don’t worry if they don’t, you just want to start the conversation.

If it’s business to business the story might be, “We’re specialists in software support for the freight forwarding industry, with customers like (name a few leading companies).”

Next, in your best “I’m your friend who’s doing you a favour” voice, make an offer with a time limit. “Because you are our customer we want to give you 10 per cent discount on our freshly arrived Italian shoes.”

Or with the business, “Can you spare me a few minutes next Wednesday morning so I can show you how I saved your competitors thousands?”

Always remember it’s not about you, it’s about them. What they want and need - it’s not because you’re a nice person to meet.

What matters to them is saving money, improving their product, increasing profits, or making themselves look good. So research your prospect’s business and your own products thoroughly, be able to talk with knowledge and authority.

Write out your script so all the important points are covered and make sure you have checked any facts. But don’t read off the script - that inevitably sounds stilted - improvise around it. Most importantly, try to start a conversation.

Over the years I have made many thousands of cold calls. They’re still not easy. I’ve had some pretty rude responses, but most times people are polite and will give you a minute. But if you don’t grab their interest in that time, you’re gone.

However there is one more important factor, and that’s persistence. You have to call a lot of people for every response. And you have to take a lot of noes for every yes.

But from experience I agree with the words of an American sales trainer: "Eighty percent of new sales are made after the fifth contact,” he warned. “Yet the majority of sales people give up after the second call."

So grit your teeth, take a deep breath - and pick up that phone.

The women’s millennium

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday December 3, 2010

"Are women are the new men?" asks world marketing and advertising giant Euro RSCG. There is certainly an intertwining of the gender roles these days, particularly if you are below 40.

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about baby boomers. Well now take a look at their offspring, the Gen X and Ys - the agency calls them "The Millennium Generation". Especially the girls.

They are very different from their mums. So much that was once an obstacle is now a fact. They haven't had to fight the battle of the sexes to anything like the same degree.

They know they can do better than the boys at school. That they can be lawyers or doctors, go into trades, the army, the police.

In Australia, recent Morgan polling showed the number of men and women with degrees was almost equal.

In the US, women are primary or co-breadwinners in two-thirds of households. Where they owned five percent of small businesses in 1997, they own 30% today.

The Euro RSCG survey looked at the US, UK, and France. While Australia wasn't in the sample, I'm confident that the land of Germaine Greer and Helen Reddy will be up with the US and UK in the feminism stakes - in fact only six percent were worried about our Prime Minister being female.

Girls cannot conceive of a time when universities and jobs would be out of their reach. They have the education, the income, and the pill. So there is no way they will respond to a mere man's beck and call. Couples are no longer man and wife, they are partnerships.

Gone is the belief that the man should be main provider, hunter and gatherer. Both share the role and can slip in or out of it according to the need.

Women believe that they will lead global change - and a big slice of the men agree. It looks like a hard, individualistic, macho world out there - but wait a minute, there's more.

Because when they were asked what the big issue is today, their response was overwhelming: “happiness”. Defining it, winning it, keeping it.

What is happiness? Not money, power or children. In the US, UK and France the same answer came back: "Love". This from both women and men.

If you add the percentage who voted for "friendship", you have a landslide majority.

The survey then asked for their biggest fear. It was not sickness, poverty, homelessness or failure. It was "being alone".

These social attitudes come out when they are seeking a job. The most important factors for women - more even than the pay - are "work atmosphere" and "ability to balance work and life".

What does work mean to them? Obviously earning money. But also personal fulfilment, being part of society, making a contribution.

In a funny way they are rather old-fashioned compared to their feminist mothers. They see "ideal womanhood" as, yes, career. But equally as family and personal time.

And they still want romance. In a man they look for controlled masculine strength - but not aggression. A man who will initiate romance, who they can count on no matter what. "In other words," say the researchers, "they are looking for Edward or Jacob from Twilight."

They are looking for traditional gender roles - without the inequality. They like the distinction between the sexes - in a balanced kind of way.

Men, naturally, tend to be a bit more confused. Vive la difference!

The Will and Kate bombardment has begun

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday November 26, 2010

Hooray for the royal wedding. I say that not from any monarchist-versus-republican stance, but from an anything-that-helps-our-businesses stance.

And there is no doubt that Will and Kate's nuptials will ring cash registers. In the UK they are already looking forward to a $1 billion boost, and though we are well away from the action, local shoppers will also find ways to join the spending frenzy.

For a start, this will be a godsend for the sellers of new 3D TVs. And this time it's not just sports-mad Dad who will be in the store, his mum will be there too. She will want to see the royal coach trot through her living room, escorted by shiny-armoured horse guards.

The media of course, is feasting on all this greedily, till we fear they will burst. Within hours of the announcement our British newspaper cousin The Sun put out a 12-page supplement. How much can be said about a couple getting engaged?

Wait and see. Now the April 29 date has been announced, expect lots more supplements, TV specials and attempted media tie-ins.

It’s harvest time for all the PR companies, as they try to associate the dullest products with the glamorous event. However the Palace has made it clear that they do not intend to take on any sponsorships - you’ll be relieved that this will not be the Barclays Bank Royal Wedding.

Mind you, the royals were running sponsorship programs long before they were discovered by the big banks and insurance companies. From Schweppes and Twinings to Royal Doulton and Range Rover, the royal warrant puts a stamp of approval on favoured merchandise.

Let's hope they're chipping in to at least give them wholesale rates on the very expensive affair, especially now that the Palace has announced they will pay it themselves.

Of course now that this is a private affair, perhaps they can sell off the TV rights? In Britain it's pretty certain that they will follow tradition and give the coverage to the BBC - but can it be on-sold to the world?

When Prince Charles married Diana, 750 million viewers watched around the world. And then in 1997, Diana's funeral was watched by 2.5 billion people.

Media pundits are predicting that this could be the biggest TV event in history. Now I don't like to be crass, but this has got to be worth a bundle. The Royal Family could come out in profit.

It is certainly good news for Britain's fledgeling coalition government. As they apply the thumbscrews of economic austerity to the nervous population of the British Isles, at least they have something bright and uplifting to look forward to.

The question though is how much gaiety can the government allow even as it is chastising the masses. Expect some heated debates in Westminster over the coming months.

In the meantime, all you avid viewers of The Collectors can look forward to container-loads of goodies heading your way.

The advantage of an eight-year courtship is that every manufacturer of quality porcelain and souvenir tat between Stoke on Trent and Hong Kong has had plenty of time to design their range of goods.

As soon as the announcement was made, they simultaneously pressed their buttons and started churning out floods of the stuff.

So take shelter - here come five months of Will and Kate bombardment.

The boomers are going back to school

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday November 19, 2010

Baby boomers have taken an armchair ride through life. They've had everything - money, jobs, the youth revolution, drugs, rock 'n' roll, free love and lots of it. Now they want the education that they never needed to get in the first place.

This dominant demographic was spawned from the loins of returning soldiers at the end of World War II and the decade after it. There were lots of them, which is why the media picked the phrase "baby boom".

The world was rebuilding so there was plenty of work. They could walk out of school and straight into a job so there was not a lot of incentive for advanced learning. Money was plentiful, houses were cheap and they quickly set up their own home.

Meanwhile their belief that they knew best, and to never trust anyone over 30, created a noisy revolution. They marched against the Vietnam war; in France they rioted against authority. Their soundtrack was The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Doors and a hundred other bands whose music you still hear on the radio every day, today.

The necessary accompaniment was drugs and sex. Marijuana and acid were easy to get and not so legally constricted. The pill stopped babies, antibiotics cured VD, and AIDS did not exist, so sex ran riot.

They created new fashions - long hair, braided jackets, necklaces, high heels, and that was just the boys.

The girls wore mini skirts, burned their bras and demanded equality.

Work came easily so they changed jobs at the drop of a hat. Those who bothered to stay were quickly promoted.

They waited longer to have babies, and less of them, so the next arrivals - Generation X - were always overshadowed by their domineering parents.

They generated the movie stars we still flock to visit today. Ever noticed how many baby boomer films there are? Like Reds with Bruce Willis, Helen Mirren and Morgan Freeman, where all the heroes are over 60. Or TV shows like The Old Guys, and New Tricks with once-were-stars Dennis Waterman and James Bolam.

There's a whole new market out there for oldies, while 20 years ago you would scarcely see an over-40 on the screen.

Chemists are now awash with anti-ageing creams anti-oxidants. Motorised wheel-chairs are getting flashier.

Our boomers are by now rather bored with life as it plays and suddenly they are hankering after that education that they so casually tossed aside 45 years ago.

Even as colleges cope with a decline in foreign students, there is a surge in older people looking for education.

Locals enrolled into postgraduate programs have grown by 13 per cent, with master's degrees jumping by 18 per cent.

A report this week from researchers IBISWorld expects the leap in numbers to soften the pain of the import losses. In fact they are predicting $3 billion improvement over the next five years.

Baby boomers who have taken early retirement - either voluntarily or through redundancies - are studying business, commerce and the hospitality industry, as well as advanced professional development.

Others are taking their leisure in short courses at TAFEs. Encouraged by the reality boom on TV, shows like MasterChef, The Biggest Loser and Dancing With the Stars, many boomers have sought education to expand on a personal skill or hobby. So they are enrolling for study in the creative arts, cooking, health and wellbeing, and personal development.

They might have had an armchair through life, but the boomers aren’t about to sit back in one over their twilight years - they have no intention of going gently into that good night.

(Marketeer confesses to being a boomer himself.)

The greatest artists you never saw

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday November 12, 2010

Who can ever forget Marni Nixon? What a wonderful voice - remember her "Shall we dance" from The King and I? Or "Tonight" and "I feel pretty" in West Side Story? And how about "I could have danced all night" from My Fair Lady? That beautifully clipped English soprano voice.

What's that you say? I'm thinking of Deborah Kerr, Natalie Wood and Audrey Hepburn? No, sorry. They were the faces you saw on the screen. The voices were all Marni Nixon, the greatest singer you’ve never seen - the ghost singer.

What about you, have you ever been a ghost? I'm sure you have. In fact to be successful in business you have to be able to do it without (too much) resentment.

Those times when you did a job exceptionally well, beautiful work in record time - and you had to let your boss take all the credit.

Or the times when you have given your staff the credit and praised them to the sky. Even though you knew it would never have happened if you had not had the idea in the first place - or been there to push them along even as they told you what a dumb idea it was.

The world of art is full of ghosts. There are so many people who want to be artists. So few who have any talent.

So you get ghost writers providing the words for the rich, the famous, and the wannabes.

Like British Big Brother Peter Bennett who has made a career out of being famous. In 2006 he published an autobiography, Pete My Story, and did the usual book tours. In one interview he was surprised to hear what he had written. His publicist commented, "You really should have read it, Pete".

Even an experienced journalist like Merle Ginsberg must have struggled to ghost Paris Hilton's autobiography Confessions of an Heiress. Maybe that's why sections feature the diaries of chihuahua Tinkerbell.

If you feel that the world needs to hear your story, go for it. Biographers are not that dear. In fact one Indian web company sells articles and books at $8 for the first 350 words and then $2 per 100 words (I hesitate to write this with my editor looking over my shoulder...).

There are now companies that produce e-books and sell them on the web at reasonable prices. They cover every topic in the world: how to write a wedding speech, teach yourself guitar, stocks and shares for beginners, and so on.

You can set up one of these companies yourself. Can't write? Don't worry - your teams of Indian writers can churn out the copy as fast as you can post it on the net. You cover those costs in the first few paid downloads, as you Google Adwords the titles all around the world.

Painters have always used their "assistants", from Michelangelo to Rembrandt to Rubens. More recently Andy Warhol blatantly called his studio "The Factory", with art assistants churning out his Campbell's Soup and Chairman Mao and Marilyn Monroe.

Just this week his Elizabeth Taylor portrait, copied from a Life magazine photo, sold for $63 million. Did he paint it? Probably, possibly, what does it matter? There's a blurred link between the artist and the ghost.

They called Marni Nixon "The ghostess with the mostest" and there's irony in the tail. While the beautiful, enchanting actresses have all passed on, their ghost is still living and singing at 81. She gave a concert in California just last month.

Heroes, sponsors and their scandals

Melbourne Herald Sun, Friday November 5, 2010

He was the world’s greatest golfer, winner of 71 PGA tournaments, and once again the saying was proved: “The bigger they are, the harder they fall”. But if you are his sponsor, do you also fall with him?

This question reared up about this time last year when Tiger Woods had his morally fatal Thanksgiving car accident, and all the truth of his gluttonous love life tumbled out. Certainly for AT&T and Gatorade it was indigestible. They dropped their champion like a hot brick.

Others, like Nike and Tag Heuer, decided to brave the storm. So have their brands suffered since?

This is a question every sponsor dreads having to ask. And it seems that if you bask in a hero’s radiant glory, you always risk the fall-out of a fall from grace.

Nike went through it all before, in 2002 when Wayne Carey fell in the mire, where they hung in as they did this year for Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback Ben Roethlisberger, accused of rapes and gross behaviour.

Initially this year the scandals seemed to have no effect on sales. But then something did: Tiger Woods started to lose, and kept on losing all year long. Suddenly, his clothing sales have started to dip.

Next week he’ll have a chance to redeem himself when he visits Melbourne for this year’s Australian Masters. He’ll need to work hard on it though. Already ticket sales are reported to be soft. Whereas last year you had to buy your tickets six weeks in advance, this year they will be on sale at the gate.

What about the Mark McInnes and Kristy Fraser-Kirk scandal? Will the former CEO’s grubby bra-strap twanging and lewd suggestions stop women buying their skirts and make-up from David Jones?

Well according to the Sydney Telegraph, “Customer surveys reveal that shoppers dislike both Ms Fraser-Kirk and Mr McInnes - but that they feel sorry for Djs.”

I’m not so sure about that view, or our own Miranda Devine who seems to think that Fraser-Kirk wrecked her reputation, encouraged by “a conga line of pseudo-feminist poseurs” for a mere $850,000, while McInnes won public sympathy. Hmm.

I asked a researcher for an objective point of view. Michele Levine is CEO of Roy Morgan Research and they are currently looking at the issue. “Each company sponsors a sportsman for a different reason,” said Ms Levine. “His imagery has to be in alignment with their image. With Tiger Woods and Nike it's not about selling shoes,” it’s about being seen as the poor boy who struggled and practiced and became a world champion.

“It’s always been like this. Years ago we saw how Readers Digest responded to the early cancer research figures and cut out the advertising of cigarettes,” said Ms Levine, “Kodak were always very careful that who and what they sponsored had a wholesome image.”

Of course image can work in different ways in different cultures.

Jean-Christophe Babin, CEO of Tag Heuer, was asked why it was that this year the watch company increased the use of Tiger Woods in its TV and outdoor advertising in China.


It’s all a matter of what is seen as prestige. “With the Chinese it rather increases their esteem," he said. "In China, by tradition, your success is measured by your number of mistresses." And, presumably, you have more girls to buy watches for.