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I used to work for Playboy in the UK and we sent out some direct mail. Just a postcard, in an envelope. However, the silly person in charge put PLAYBOY UK as the return address. Not awfully discreet. Anyway, one poor old bloke wrote back, in crayon, saying he lived in shared accommodation and just has a pigeon hole and can we stop sending him stuff as he doesn't want (at this point he switched to a red crayon) everyone knowing he WATCHES THE RUDIES.
Bless.
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