I have always had a sweet spot for Twix. It is, as many of you know, a delicious, mouthwatering combination of chocolate, caramel and cookies. And I can proudly say that whenever I am in a tough spot — which does happen from time to time given my Mad Woman persona — I “Chew things over with Twix”. (Yep, I too, have been watching the ads.) But just so you know, my overwhelming love of Twix also stems from the fact that this sumptuous two-finger sweetie is single-handedly responsible for one of the funniest episodes in my career.
It happened sometime in the last millennium when I was working as a Creative Director for a Saatchi & Saatchi agency in London. (For the 13 of you who avidly read my blog — I have a confession to make. I am a Brit — a Londoner born and bred in fact. So suffice to say, I’ve worked for Mad British agencies over the years as well as American ones.)
Anyway, given my heritage, and my love of all things American except grits — apologies, but this Brit cannot stand grits — I was asked to go to our sister agency in New York to review a brand campaign for the aforementioned Twix. Said campaign was being developed in the US by Americans, for, er Europeans. (No further comment on the wisdom of this decision will be made here, other than to point out that asking Americans to develop a Twix campaign for Europeans is the transatlantic equivalent of asking Californians to develop the next New Jersey Tourist board campaign, and keeping your fingers crossed that they’ll understand the people, the culture and the “what-sup-witch-yew?’ accents while they’re doing it.) (more…)

