More roles coming in thick and fast…

I’ve got some great new roles coming in looking for someone like you to fill them, yes, you.

I have these active roles at the moment, if you’re interested in any of them, get in touch:

  • Sales and Marketing Executive – leading multi-platform agency in Covent Garden [3-5 years experience] £25-30k + uncapped commission
  • Community Manager – fun social media agency in Farringdon [2-3 years experience] £25-30k basic
  • Digital Account Manager x 2 – fab social media agency in Farringdon [3-4 years experience] £30-35k
  • Digital Account Manager – creative social media agency in Kingston [3-5 years experience] £30-35k
  • Senior Digital Account Manager/AD – creative social media consultancy in Kingston [6+ years exp] £40-45k
  • Social Media Account Manager – creative social media consultancy in Kingston [2-4 years exp] £30-35k
  • Social Media Content Manager – digital agency near Goodge St [2-3 years exp] £180-250p.d

These are amongst some of the others coming on each day, so if you’re interested or know some one who is, please get in touch.


You know you want to.


I hate time-wasting recruiters

Why do some recruiters call you up to tell you about a fantastic opportunity, when really all they want is your details to spam the shit out of your inbox at a later date? What’s the point? I don’t see the point, do you? I’m a recruiter, if I have a job for you, I’ll get in touch, if I don’t, I’d rather be honest with you and let you know what I do and don’t have, and if I can’t help you, I’ll forward you to someone who might be able to instead.

It really gets my goat, when cowboy recruiters feel the need to get in touch and give their sales pitch about that awesome job down in who-gives-a-crap-place, paying up to £40k, that is soooo perfect for you, but really it’s a con, there is nothing, apart from, ‘you must come in and register with us with your passport, your driving license, your goldfish’s date of birth and sign these documents that make you our property for ever *cue evil laugh*.’ No.

Don’t waste my time. I hate it. Waste my time, you go into the blocked calls zone on my phone. And don’t ask me to connect on LinkedIn, only to want to gain access to my connections.

I don’t want to time waste my candidates either. I don’t see the point. I’m new setting up by myself, so although I have roles across the industry, I don’t have as many as a recruitment agency might do. I’m slowly building up my network of candidates and clients, but it’s just me, so although I work 14 hours a day, am available all the time on the phone, or email or Twitter or Facebook or LinkedIn, it is just me, no resourcer [yet], so if I don’t have something, I’ll tell you. I’m an upfront, straight to the top, a chatty, fun recruiter who builds on good relationships with my candidates and clients.

If you disagree and think I’ve been crap, feel free to comment.



Stop Cancelling At The Last Minute

It really fucks me off when people cancel at the last minute. Even worse, when there is no reason to. If an emergency has come up or something pretty serious with work is in the spotlight, then fine, I understand but don’t cancel at the last last minute, you know like, 2 minutes before, because you just felt like it.

It’s not on. It’s plain bloody rude.

I don’t know why people feel the need to do it. If you’re not coming, give me some sort of heads up and let me know. I’d appreciate the honesty. Don’t waste my time. I hate time wasters, and I bloody hate being taken for a ride. If you want my help, I’ll help you, if you want to have a laugh and a joke, go to a comedy club.

I’m sure it’s happen to you before, so I doubt you’d like it, so please don’t be one of those people and take the absolute mick and not bother. In this day and age, you know, with technology, we can contact people via text, phone, email or social network to let them know about pretty much anything, and that includes the message ”I can’t come.” I’d rather see that and know not to waste a journey that to be stood up in a coffee shop, waiting for you to show, only to be sat alone, looking like an over-eager meerkat scanning the door every time someone walks in.

I’m a recruiter. I’m your recruiter. I’ll be upfront and honest with you, and I expect the same. I don’t want to run around chasing after you all the time. This is a working relationship that works both ways. I work from home, in West London and don’t frequent Central London that much but when I do, because I know of good talent, I come and visit and see good talent, when I see it.

In future, if you can’t make it, just let me know, even giving me 30 minutes notice, is better for me than none at all. It’s important to have a good professional relationship, so let’s keep each other on the good books, yeah?




My faith in humanity has been restored – Company offers free sand to flooded towns

ADL Grab Hire based in Ascot have set up a Facebook page broadcasting to anyone within 10 miles of Windsor, can have up to 16 tonnes of sand delivered to their area, in this hard time of the flooding. With so many villages, towns and areas complaining that the government and local authorities are doing little to help this time in crisis, this act of kindness wins my vote.
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ADL Grab Hire actually specialises in the removal of Waste, Bulk Excavation Work and supply of new and recycled aggregates, but since joining social network Facebook last month, they have been most promoting their good will, telling people they have loose reject sand, available for you for free, for anyone living within 10 miles of Windsor.
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This incredible act of kindness, puts most of the help from the government to shame, where most MPs are ‘helping’ by standing around in their designer wellies, giving interviews and really not doing very much else. Even though the army are in helping areas in needs, down in Surrey, not much is being done, leaving a fair few upset, annoyed and very much pissed off.
Currently the Facebook page has 96 fans, but with the many shares, likes and interactions they will get their message across.
If you know anyone who lives within 10 miles of Windsor and needs help, who would like tonne-bags to help keep their homes protected, please do ‘like’ this page and help spread the word.
Write a message on their FB wall. They are also aiming to get to Staines, Shepperton and more very shortly:

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The origin of Santa Claus [infographic]

Good morning all, it’s CHRISTMAS.

Sorry for the start of this post….When did you stop believing in Santa Claus? I remember vividly. I’m pretty sure I was traumatized by the ridiculous lie, laid before me by my Father shoving our presents into the cupboard with a Santa hat on, then having it confirmed by Natalie at primary school, in the girls toilets, that it was all a lie, at aged 8. I was devastated and refused to believe, only for my mum to confirm and made me swear not to tell my little sister, who was caught up in the whole spirit of Christmas.

Throughout the years, Santa Claus, with his big belly, fluffy beard, red coat, shiny buttons and black boots have been a memory and a big point of our imagination growing up. Now, being 28, I know what I’m getting for Christmas, only because I’ve asked for it or I’ve been told to buy it myself, wrap it myself and then my boyfriend gives it to me on Christmas day. Christmas spirit is still here in my household with the tree, stockings by the TV and festive food plaguing our fridge/freezer, but the true origins of Santa is still fairly unknown. I just remember what my parents told me. He’s a chubby man, a little overweight than his liking, who works all year round in the North Pole with lots of little elves, who make toys for children all over the world, who is magically able to drop all the Christmas gifts in one night to everyone, as far as the eye can see, to all corners of the earth, by his reindeer.

If you’re not familiar with the origin of Santa Claus, then fear not, this great infographic will help you:

Whilst my childhood belief in Santa is clearly rumbled, I love kids who get excited for this time of the year. I’m especially looking forward to my 2 year old niece [who unfortunately has her birthday the day before] enjoying Christmas day.

I shall leave you with this:

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

Merry Christmas everyone.

D x