WE’VE BEEN SORTING OUT CREATIVE PEOPLE’S PROBLEMS

FOR ALMOST A QUARTER OF A CENTURY.

From actors, writers, and producers to artists, set-designers, and directors, we’re proud to have solved their nightmare paperwork piles, slain their evil VAT returns, attacked their snarling mounds of receipts, and exorcised their haunted First Night seating arrangements. (And much, much more besides).

We run a very discreet, extremely efficient, and above all très sympathetique Creative Personal Assistant service for a lot of rather special people, including some the biggest names in the business.

If you were in advertising, you’d probably want to call us the creative nation’s fifth emergency service. But you’re not, so we’ll move swiftly on.

Let’s face it: it’s a truth universally acknowledged that creative people’s hearts don’t sing to the same tune as whatever the bureaucrats have in there, pumping what little blood runs through their veins.

While you dream of joy and friendship, love and splendour, and wine, women and/or men and song, they dream of new forms of torture involving exotic forms of paper-based torture. In triplicate. We get that. We really do.

We know all about how you spend ages pretending that growing pile of unopened envelopes and other…matter, stuffed in the kitchen drawer,

will magically decide to emigrate.