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Livin’ the Dream: A Mug’s Guide to Scoring Those Corporate Dollarydoos

Livin’ the Dream: A Mug’s Guide to Scoring Those Corporate Dollarydoos

It was a blisteringly hot Australian summer’s day, and Barney Dawson was shoveling his driveway…again. As the sweat trickled down his leathery 60-year-old skin, he paused to wipe his brow and flick a wayward fly away from his face.

Barney Dawson, frontman of the Brandaholics, performing at Spit 'n' Sawdust dive bar in Sydney, showcasing his bold personal branding philosophy.
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‘Bloody Harold,’ he muttered, glaring at the family’s beloved but troublesome Great Dane lying in the shade, panting contentedly. ‘You’re more useless than an ashtray on a motorbike.’

Just then, Barney’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, grimacing at the cracked screen courtesy of one too many drunken drops. It was his mate Zach from the band.

‘Y’ello, ya drongo?’ Barney answered.

‘Oi Barro! Did you see Matty Brabham’s latest Instagram post? That rev-head’s more branded than a Bunnings snag!’

Barney chuckled at the vivid analogy. ‘Yeah, looks like he’s been slapped with more corporate logos than a Formula 1 car. What’s your point?’

‘Well, if a knuckle-dragger like him can rake it in from big brands, why can’t we? We’ve got just as much talent, plus we write our own Aussie anthems!’

Barney considered this as he leaned on his shovel. It was true – their ragtag bunch of old mates had been thrashing out their unique blend of pub rock and didgeridoo funk on the local circuit for donkey’s years. While they’d never be musical geniuses, they did have a certain…something. A larrikin authenticity that made them bloody Aussie icons, or at least within the confines of their local postcode.

‘You’re not wrong, Zachy,’ Barney replied slowly. ‘We might be a rabble of mugs, but we’re bona fide bloody mugs. Brands would be lucky to have us repping their tinnies and snags!’

And just like that, the corporate sponsorship seed was planted. Over the next few weeks, Barney became obsessed with the idea of branding them up and cashing in. He read every half-baked blog, watched every second-rate YouTube hustle vid, and bugged every mediocre marketing mate he knew for tips.

‘It’s all about building a rock-solid personal brand, lads!’ he declared at the next chaotic band practice, having barged in wearing a ‘Barney’s Bargain Power Tools’ shirt he’d bravely attempted to screenprint himself.

The others just stared at him like he’d rocked up with a didgeridoo stuck somewhere unmentionable. Only their teenage guitarist Liam seemed vaguely enthused, having recently discovered the wondrous world of influencer ‘personar branding’ between Fortnite sessions.

Undeterred by the slack-jawed responses, Barney pressed on with his master plan. Step 1: Establish their authentic identities and unique selling points as premier Aussie mugs.

He created an Instagram for the band and started posting incessant updates: sweaty gym selfies with inspirational hashtags like #MuscleMuggin and #StageShredded; photos of his latest culinary experiments like beer-battered VB Burger Bites (#BanterBites); even footage of Davo downing breakfast tinnies in a ratty singlet, ciggies dangling from his lips (#BrekkieGoals).

Engagement was…modest at best. Unless you counted Barney’s wives constantly dragging him in the comments.

But our intrepid frontmug was just getting started! Step 2: Hustling hardcore to get that brand exposure. He somehow blagged them a slot at the local RSL’s Battle of the Bands, visions of stadium-sized crowds and blinding spotlights dancing in his head.

On the big night, Barney was a bundle of sweaty nerves…and questionable personal branding. In addition to his merch empire, he’d managed to strike a deal with his drunk uncle to get temporary tattoos made with the Rob’s Cut-Price Plumbing logo emblazoned across his bulging, hairy frontside.

‘This is it, lads!’ he bellowed in their dressing room port-a-loo. ‘Corporate sponsors, your new brand ambassadors have arrived! Just smile for the cameras, crank those amps to eleventeen, and most importantly…SELL! SELL! SELL THOSE PERSONAL BRANDS!’

Unfortunately, the gig itself was a shamozzle from a corporate perspective. In an overenthusiastic bout of shredding, Liam’s axe strap snapped and his flying V nearly impaled the club’s oldest living veteran. Their bassplayer Davo got so carried away in the rock frenzy that his leather strides couldn’t handle the, uh, rock swinging…and split completely from gooch to undercarriage.

As for Barney, the sweaty stage lights and warm tinnies conspired to turn his branded tatts into a grotesque sweaty smear across his pecs and gut by the first chorus. Still, he soldiered on gamely, ad-libbing spontaneous banter that may have had particular feminine hygiene brands considering legal action.

To their credit, the smattering of RSL punters absolutely lapped it up. There were even a couple of raised Bunnings snags amid the roaring applause by the finale. But by the time the alcoholic haze had cleared the next morning, Barney’s dreams of corporate sugar-daddies were quickly evaporating like tewies on a Werris Creek road.

He sat nursing the world’s angriest hangover when his phone buzzed. It was Zach.

‘Well…that was certainly a Thing,’ his mate deadpanned. ‘I don’t think Uncle Rob’s bargain plumbing enterprise is gonna want those sweaty tatts representing their brand anymore, Barro.’

Barney sighed deeply, staring down at the faded logo still barely visible beneath the dried sweat and grime on his chest.

‘I really banged on about this whole personal branding shindig, didn’t I Zachy? Should’ve just stuck to sweating it out on the Windsors like always.’

There was a pause, then: ‘Yeah…but who cares? We’re just a rabble of old mugs doing our thing. As long as we’re living the dream, that’s all that matters.’

A wry smile crept across Barney’s mouth. He could practically hear the tinny being cracked over the line.

‘You’re not wrong, Zachy boy. This old mug will leave the corporate sponsorships to those pretty-boy athletes in future. As for me…’

He looked down at his hard-earned guts and heart tatts, faded and worn like him. But worn from living life full-scrot, not from dull marketing tactics.

‘I’ve got all the personal branding I need right here, thanks. Raised by mugs, shaped by mugs, and at the end of it all…’

He raised his imaginary tinny to no one in particular.

‘Just a bloody top-notch mug through-and-through! Now pour us a cold one, ya drongo!’

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