Two years ago, I foolishly took a cheap ad out with Thompson Local following a complete and utter lack of success with a more expensive ad in Yellow Pages. I think I paid about £300 for it. At worst, I thought that at least I was losing less money than before – result!
Anyway I had no calls at all – none, zilch, zip. However, this was all explained to me when the Thompson rep called about 9 months later. The reason that I didn’t have any calls was simple – I hadn’t spent enough money with them. If I used my entire advertising budget for the year with TL, then the money would be sure to come rolling in. Anyway, being a bit thick I fell for it and guess what? 9 months later, I am still waiting for a call.
A couple of weeks ago I got another call from a friendly TL rep who was staggered, positively shocked to find this out and promised to find out why. Here was a man who was going to get the bottom of this conundrum, this enigma, this difficult to explain phenomena that seemed to fly in the face of the rules of physics that apply to advertising. So, after a week he called again and had the answer. It turns out that stupidly, I had spent too little again and as a result, all of my calls had gone to the bloke whose advert was above mine. He evidently was getting about 300 calls a year and had several nervous breakdowns due to pressure of work. Luckily, he could afford private healthcare.
So, according to Adil, the TL rep, this year was going to be different. Why? Because he, Adil, was going to take a personal interest in my business and as any fool knows, his reputation was more important to him than my money. Adil of course wanted to come and see me because the information that he had could not possibly be passed to me over the telephone – anyone could be listening – and this deal remember, was going to be special, a one-off if you like, just for me.
After saying “no” in more ways than you could possibly imagine and being rude to the point of really deserving a biff on the nose I gave in. I agreed to see him on the understanding that (a) it wasn’t a firm commitment on my part and would be confirmed the day before this momentous event and (b) if there was anything more interesting going on in my life, including watching my toenails grow, then I would almost certainly cancel the meeting. This was all fine with Adil, because he wanted to help me you see.
Anyway, being something of a coward and not having the mental willpower to resist this robot of a man, I texted Adil politely declining the meeting and even more politely asking him to never, ever to contact me again. Following this, I had three separate text messages from him, the tone of which ranged from complete incredulity that I was compounding all of my previous mistakes to threatening me that he was going to “give my ad to the competition” – I now really pity the other bloke who is now clearly never going to sleep again.
So, if there were a moral to this story, which there isn’t, it would be:-
In my experience, advertising does not work
Adil is a complete and utter moron and if he calls you, please tell him I said that.