My name is Rob Gould. I'm a single, urban dwelling advertising geek. I'm a new media junky, trend spy, art world dabbler, and a sartorial striver with a considerable appetite for news and pop culture in all forms. I like to talk. Some people like me. My personal house of urban angst currently migrates between Portland, ME & NYC but has traveled with me over the years to Boston, Burlington VT, London, San Diego, Rockland, ME & Santa Fe. Much like a Gulfstream with tasteful decor and a vast insecurity complex. You can find me on Facebook: www.facebook.com/rob.gould, Twitter: @bobbbyg and Instagram: www.instagram.com/bobbbyg. You can also find the professional (and very serious) me at www.bobbbyg.com.
First, “Well tonight thank God it’s them instead of you.” That line kind of speaks for itself.
Second, “And there won’t be snow in Africa this Christmastime.” Isn’t that stating the obvious?
Third, “Here’s to you raise a glass for everyone. Here’s to them underneath that burning sun.” I think that one speaks for itself too.
I’ll just start with those three.
I‘m blaming Bono.
