When you're at university, you dream of your perfect job. In most instances, you rarely get the fantasy that you've built up in your head. This was not the case for Ben Marshall.
Ben joined DADA in 2009 for work experience in DADA's PR department. His enthusiastic manner, youthful energy and the fact that he increased the male contingent in the office by a decent percentage immediately endeared us to him. But there's one thing that makes Ben really stand out from the others - his (some would say foolish) way of saying ‘Yes’ to everything we ask him to do.
Ben's first major task for DADA came with the launch of Social Science, a project undertaken with the Glasgow Science Centre. At the epicentre of this campaign were interview opportunities with a man we were introduced to as 'Dr.Lovatt' (whether or not his medical credentials were checked, we don't know). If you've ever wondered why you can't pull after a night on the dance floor, this is the man to go to for a solution. But who would take this dancing challenge? There was only one man up for the job, and that man was Ben.
The results of this experiment were documented across the media, however the real result was that Ben was made to dance, some would say frantically, in front of two of his (female) senior team members, without a drop of alcohol to help him along his lasso-ing way. We salute you, Ben. And so would anyone else who saw the tapes.
Did we make up for this rather cruel request to a young and eager staff member? Of course we did.
Last week, Ben was called on again (this time with a look of distinct trepidation on his face). We needed his help on a photoshoot, we said. Ben - fresh from assisting with our recent naked photo call over at the Ghillie Dhu in Edinburgh – looked rightly panicked.
To cut a long story short; the result of the last photocall can be seen at the top of this blog post. Ben can be found third from the left, safely tucked behind a Gok mask, hand joyfully balanced under Nieve Jennings scantily clad torso. So this blog has a happy ending. Until next time, Ben…