A cameraman and I turned up to Kraft headquarters in Port Melbourne.
The next time we met I was shooting a piece for the ABC on how Kraft (of cheese sticks fame) was actually owned by Philip Morris (of death sticks fame).
MARLBORO GIRL DRIVER
When I tried to film Marlboro's push into the Third World, the fat driver leaped out of the vehicle, got all surly, and told me to turn off the frigging camera. One morning, into this National Geographic scenery drove a sparkling new, freshly painted Marlboro four wheel drive. I was staying in this tiny village in the Ivory Coast where people lived in mud huts and sacrificed chickens.
The first time “Phil” and I bumped into each other was, of all places, deepest darkest Africa, where I was filming for ABC TV's Race Around The World. They were obviously unaware of the first two. Their phone call to me was the third encounter I've had with Philip Morris over the last few years. They wanted me to be a Marlboro Man, so to speak. How do I know? Because they rang me up and tried to get me on board for a “secret” project. Philip Morris have something hidden in their sock drawer. They roll up and crank out Marlboro, Alpine, and Peter Jackson.
Philip Morris is the world's largest cigarette company. You're sure the government has made them stub out their final ad campaign and then you discover they're sneaking out to the stairwell for a quickie on the sly. It's much the same with cigarette companies. You think your girlfriend has given up smoking, then you find a pack of Alpine in her sock drawer.
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