Paul Burke

A few nights ago, I sat down to watch a movie on Amazon Prime. At the beginning, it said, ‘This film is brought to you ad-free by Hyundai’ and I found myself overcome with gratitude. I was going to be spared the usual slew of irritating, unskippable intrusions. And, thanks to a South Korean car manufacturer, I could now enjoy this film uninterrupted. A second later, I thought: ‘Wait a minute. This is insane.’ I've spent my entire working life in advertising and I’m proud to have done so. I loved being part of a business revered and respected for its creative ingenuity and cultural clout. It was great to hear people say, ‘The ads are better than the programmes’ but I haven’t heard anyone say that for years.

Today, would have been the 80th birthday of the long-forgotten actress named Mary Millington. Blonde, petite and delicately beautiful, she was the undisputed queen of an equally forgotten genre of cinema – the 1970s British sex comedy. There’s even a blue plaque in Soho celebrating Mary and her most successful film, Come Play With Me. Seamy cinemas in Soho were the natural home for Millington’s films but they were also shown in ABCs and Odeons all over the country. When I was at school, I worked at my local Odeon, which had three screens. Upstairs in screen one, you could see the big new release. Downstairs in screen two, last week's big new release. And, hidden away in screen three, British sex comedies.

Once upon a time, there were two kinds of people in two different kinds of office jobs. In Zone A, there were writers, artists, producers, directors and photographers. People affectionately known as ‘creatives’.  In Zone B were the accountants, solicitors, bankers and civil servants. Zones A and B co-existed quite happily in their own separate worlds. Each had very little understanding of what the other zone did, but they had a great deal of respect for the other side, as they knew it was something they couldn’t do themselves. Then something awful happened. The people in Zone B decided to colonise and codify the happy Zone A workplaces. In short, they wanted to play with the cool kids.

I’ve been obsessed with music and collecting records ever since I can remember. I even played a lot of those records at clubs all over the country. And since I grew up in London in the 70s and 80s, a mere bus ride away from the Roundhouse, the Rainbow and the Hammersmith Odeon, you can imagine how many gigs I went to. Well actually, I went to hardly any. Because I have a shameful confession to make – I don’t like gigs. Never have, never will. Unfortunately, Live Aid changed everything. Gigs became huge, overblown and fiendishly expensive When I went along to my first one, aged 15, I truly believed that it would herald a lifelong love of live music. The Who were playing a secret gig at the Kilburn State.

I was watching Slow Horses the other night and as usual, there was some sort of terrorist-related mayhem which had brought London to a standstill. But there was also a little anachronism. Hovering over the gridlocked traffic was a light aircraft, once commonly known as an ‘Eye in the Sky’ that used to fly above London in the morning rush hour to report on the traffic for local radio stations. They haven’t been a thing for about 25 years but when Heart first started in the mid-90s, I was their airborne traffic reporter.  I’d always loved radio and had foolishly imagined that this might be the way to get my broadcasting career off to a flying start. Being part of the breakfast show on a brand new radio station, what’s not to love?

The advertising industry, so painfully obsessed with ‘diversity’ in TV commercials, has been publicly criticised for a lack of diversity in TV commercials. We’ve been here before. But this time, everyone in advertising will be delighted about the criticism. They – we – all know that for many years, there’s been an unrealistic overrepresentation of black people in TV ads. Well, this has now been measured, proved and published in a report commissioned for Channel 4. It asserts that while black people account for around 4 per cent of the UK population they appear in more than 50 per cent of commercials.   But because of the terror of somehow appearing racist in a business addicted to the vanity of virtue, nobody had the courage to do anything about it.

Meghan Markle has been offered her own show on Magic Radio. After the Duchess of Sussex claimed the station was one of the things she missed most about the UK, Magic’s content director revealed: ‘We had conversations with the Sussex team and if the duchess would like to add radio presenter to her CV there is an offer on the table.’ The station added that it had ‘been in with her team and offered her a show.’ Of course it has. If you know anything at all about UK radio, this was almost inevitable.

There was a time when people of colour were not adequately represented in British TV commercials. For many years, despite the UK’s growing black and Asian population, there were too few people matching that description in the commercial breaks. Advertisers’ commitment to diversity has quite often been a commitment to discrimination In the programmes surrounding those breaks, it was the same. Even in the late 1990s, when so many British corner shops were owned by Asians, the one in Coronation Street was owned by Alf Roberts in his white grocer’s coat. British advertisers, quite rightly, decided to correct this imbalance. Trouble was, they all did it – or overdid it – at exactly the same time.

I’m only surprised it’s taken so long. And that anyone could possibly be surprised by it. ‘Beautiful girl appears in ad campaign for fashion brand’ is hardly a revolutionary concept and yet, since Sydney Sweeney appeared in a new campaign for American Eagle and lit up the internet, there’s been quite a lot of confected surprise, shock and outrage. How could a brand use a beautiful woman to sell jeans in 2025? The question they should be asking is how could this not happen? American Eagle shares have gained 10% today (adding $200 million of market cap) after unveiling a new ad campaign fronted by Sydney Sweeney.Based ad campaigns are back, and wokery is gasping for breath.Take note Jaguar. pic.twitter.

If you’re of a certain age and you were brought up Catholic, you’ll remember ‘Good Friday’ as the most awful misnomer. It was the most miserable day in the Catholic calendar – the day we commemorated the death of Our Saviour. Any display of happiness or cheer was strictly forbidden on Good Friday. A dark pall of gloom would descend every year and engulf Irish Catholic strongholds like Kilburn, Cricklewood, Wealdstone and Wembley. These normally convivial communities that had coalesced around Irish pubs, dancehalls and the Catholic Church were suddenly subject to a blanket ban on all forms of pleasure. Watching TV, playing records in the house or football in the park were all stringently prohibited because Good Friday was a day devoted to solemnity.