
Imagine you’re the barkeep.
The solid oak bar is your contact point. It’s your website – your social media hub. Your handshake.
The chalkboard above the bar – your ads.
Every adult in town – a prospect.
You’re here to sell cocktails until you run out of ice.
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Something happened to me when I was 20 years old.
Last weekend me, Jen, and the kids zipped into Morrisons to get some fried chicken, and pick up some bin bags.