Phone up a big central London agency.
Me: Good afternoon, are you accepting submissions?
Long pause.
‘Yah,’ says a young man. He sounds stoned.
Me: Great. Who do I address it to?
Him: Uh, (another long pause) I guess that would be… uh, me.
I wait for him to tell me his name. He doesn't.
Me. Can I have your name please?
Him. Yah, of course… It’s XXX. But there’s like a really long wait, like maybe even six months. (pause) Or something.
Next phone call:
Me: Good afternoon. Are you…
(Stern-sounding woman interrupts)
Her: I’m on the other line.
Me: No problem, should I call…
Her: Is this about submissions?
Me: Yes, I…
Her: Not for me. (she hangs up)
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