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Hudson (left in the picture) Has worked his way down from serving coffee to the Queen as a student in Newcastle (that's him not the Queen!) through a PR job with Capital Radio and a brief stint as a professional musician to the heady, crazy world of market research in only 16 years! Has been nominated five times for 'Field Manager of the Year' award but, like Scorsese and Hitchcock, never quite made it. Prides himself on selling dreams and finding the invisible respondent. Seeing Propeller grow from Sopwith Camel size to a nice energy efficient wind farm size has made him proud. Simon likes to think people enjoy working with him because 'He can keep his head whilst all about are losing theirs' as Mister Kipling said between making cakes. Famed for his typos, acronyms, anagrams and a capacity for giggling fits. Simon fits in parrallel careers as a therapist, bass guitarist and pop-quiz host, and general all-round popular geezer. Will not rest until he has: Ridden a horse, visited Buenos Aires, got married in Vegas, burnt down the disco. Favourite Clash song: The Magnificent Seven. Most likely to say: 'I know someone who's a journalist...' Lame to Fame: One of his best mates once had his pint spilled by that Mike Joyce offa The Smiths. Dinner Party Guests: Shaun Ryder, Morrisey, Woody Allen, Carl Jung, Scarlet Johansson, a house brick. |
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