The TV series is very authentic, well acted and extremely well written. It also holds me fascinated because of the parallels in my own business life. Sad to say, that life wasn’t lived in the slick world of advertising amidst the glitz and glamour of 1960’s Manhattan, but in the markedly less exciting business of market research in the UK during those grey, lifeless years of the 1990’s and beyond, when an exhausted nation sought to recover from the excesses of the Thatcher era.
Nevertheless, there are uncanny similarities between the fictional Mad Men agency and the real business I helped to manage, and particularly so in the behaviours of the leading executives; the same jealousies, the same backstabbing, the same disastrous boardroom decisions – and the same greed.
As I sat watching the latest episode of Mad Men the other night, I remembered again my so-called partners in that business, men with whom I had entrusted my future and from whom I had barely escaped with my life, and it occurred to me that the time had come. It was time for me to write my own version of Mad Men, my own exposé of the business I had spent the best part of twenty years working in. I had waited long enough for the dust to settle, for my health to return in full, for the strength to do it. It was time for revenge.
Either way, I hope you get to meet Jack Lamb. He’s a real bastard.