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March 2014 ‘He’s dropped already. He’ll never play again. In fact, consider him fired. We’ll make sure he never works
‘George decided to have a bit of fun, so crafted
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In 1995 George Smith wrote Asking Properly, widely acclaimed to be the best book on creativity for fundraising, bar none. For that feat alone the man deserves to be remembered and revered. But there’s much more to George than that. Two years ago on 3rd March, after a long battle with motor neurone disease, George Smith died. He was my business partner for quarter of a century, and one of the smartest people I’ve ever known. He was also a fundraising international treasure, the kind of larger-than-life character who, if he hadn’t believed so passionately in our sector such that he gave it the best of his time and talent, we’d simply have had to invent him. This article really is a reminder, lest anyone be inclined to forget, of what a very extensive and varied body of high quality work George left behind, in his writings. In all its richness it’s available from here and, with the exception of George’s three books, it’s all free. So use it, please do. George I’m sure would be delighted if you would take full advantage of it. Links to George’s writing on SOFII
Tributes to George
Buy George’s books now while stocks last! The George Smith memorial rant: a proposal to establish the young curmudgeon of the year award. What do you think? For March 2 2015 I’d like to nominate Mark Phillips, founder and MD of the Bluefrog agency, ranting on the subject of things clients are definitely advised not to do. Or Charlie Hulme of DonorVoice, perhaps, sounding off about the idiocies of donor retention. Or Aline Reed, maybe, telling us off for our lack of genuine creativity. NB. Several images on this page are taken from Burnett’s ‘frankly ridiculous and unuseable historical images’ file. |
Two reasons why I found George such fun The team was called the Bundies after Smith Bundy, George’s agency, though his partner of that name lasted but fleetingly and had departed long since. The Bundies played every Tuesday evening on Wandsworth Common against anyone who could put a team together and boasted stars of media and marketing such as John Hambley, Terry Hunt, Jon Allen, Chris Barraclough and Phil Hammond. George really wanted me to play in the team, even though I confessed I’d never played proper cricket before. That didn’t deter George. He insisted, and though that first time we were matched against the agency’s biggest client, a major computer firm, he said he’d even let me bowl. Secretly thrilled, I should have known better. For there was a cunning plan in this. The head client, a big, self-important type, was very, very competitive and George had decided it would be good for business to let him win, spectacularly. He reckoned they’d easily knock my bowling all over the park. With due ceremony and seriousness I addressed the wicket, wishing I was almost anywhere else. The client eyed me with arrogant, confident disdain. After a short, ungainly run up with all the style of a penguin in tights I let fly in the general direction of the enemy bails. And I got the head honcho out, first ball. Gone. Clean bowled. He was furious. Incandescent. George and half the rest of our team rushed up to him, showering profuse apologies. ‘He’s a ringer, honest,’ George pleaded. ‘He’s dropped already. He’ll never play again. In fact, consider him fired. We’ll make sure he never works in direct marketing ever again, in this country at least.’ Undeterred by these undignified blatherings from my team mates I went on to take two more wickets just in that first over. They reckoned my bowling was so, so slow, it confused them. But it was accurate. Deadly. Afterwards George professed he’d been secretly thrilled at the thorough trouncing we’d delivered to our biggest client, but just couldn’t show it. Later as we celebrated our win he swore to me with what seemed absolute conviction, the truth was he’d never really liked that client... I almost believed him. I bowled again for the Bundies, several times and though never fast, got reasonably good at it. Though I never again bowled as effectively as that first ever over, I was still grateful to George, for giving me my big break. |
A tribute
