Unsurprisingly, this bit of the site is all about me, Ben Aston. And if you’re here by accident, now is probably a good time to leave. This is this Wild West of the interwebformationsuperhighway.
Benaston.com is a bit like a pretentious art exhibition; there’s lots of things to look at, but there seems to be no real value to any of it. And that’s exactly the point. Inquisitively rummage through the site, as if you were in a giant jumble sale and try your best to imagine you are beholding something that has some intrinsic merit. It does.
Additionally, this site performs an important role keeping hoi polloi updated with all the latest ‘Ben Aston’ developments. Informative and amusing it may be, thought provoking – not really; serious definitely not. This site is best served with chips and a large pinch of salt.
So if you have managed to make it down this far, you must be genuinely interested in the clown behind the pretentious scribble at the top of the page. So here it is…
I’m 28, and live in the wild west of London, with my lovely wife Rebecca. After two years of marriage, we became proud parents of Winston. Sadly Winston recently passed away in a freak diving accident. Winston, incidentally, was a fish and was the inspiration for Billie Piper’s offspring of the same name.
I’m a Director at Black & White Zebra, which fortuitously, is my own company. We do interweb stuff. As that doesn’t keep me busy all the time, I’m combining that with a dash of freelancing at Tribal DDB, working on VW and Exxon. Crayon kept me busy before that, setting up the Project Management department and throwing lots of tennis balls down hills for Sony. Prior to that, I was at Dare, as a Producer. Following a brief stint on the Woolworths account, keeping an eye on Wooly and Worth, I worked on the Sony Europe and UK accounts working on the few projects that made it past concepting, including Reader, Rolly and the Walkman Project and eco. I also became a Yumnut. And a long time ago, I was at Wunderman, as a lowly Account Manager working on the Land Rover account. And, it all started with summers of advertising at Publicis, Lowe and CSTTG.
Life for me began in the Shire. I’m a Gloucester lad, born and bred; from a 6-man family which once resided in Tuffley, suburbanshire. My younger brothers were lucky enough to have me develop various training schools for them, including sword fighting and weapons training (obviously with cap guns). I also taught them a wide variety of martial arts including Karate and Judo from an assortment of teach yourself martial art books. Steve-fun has spent far too much time travelling around, including a stint in Nigeria, orchestrating an elaborate banana laundering scam. He’s put all that behind him now though and is now playing with soil in the hope of getting a Phd. Joe, the youngest also known as ‘Fogal Genius’ spends a lot of time on mmmputers and has finally found a good excuse for this, as he’s working for Logica, being clever and also as a part time soldier, being the best.. My older sister Abi, (who you’ll probably know from The Times), is a community physiotherapist working in London town. Abi has always given the impression of being well behaved which unfortunately meant that conversely, I gave the impression of being naughty. I probably was.
My education began at the much lauded Treetops Nursery, where I was quickly identified as being particularly mal-coordinated. My primary career started at Harewood but I soon found myself in an exciting experiment in home schooling by my parents, Jonathan and Sarah who later went on to launch, School of the Lion.
A little later, I landed at St Peters R.C. High School where I had a lot of fun and somehow managed to get a few A Levels. After taking a gap year working for Dstl in Strategic Analysis as a web developer, I realised that computer science was probably too ambitious, as I couldn’t do the maths.
In the summer of 2002 I became an undergraduate of Politics and International Relations at Sussex University in Brighton. Three years later, after writing a few contentious essays, I discovered I had graduated. Along the way, I’d also spent a semester in Hong Kong where I unintentionally had picked up a Canadian girlfriend.
One thing led to another and a year or so after Rebecca moved to England, I’d been married not just once (in Canada) but twice, the second time in England (for good measure). As luck would have it, it was even to the same wife. We began our married life honeymooning in Mexico but returned to Blighty to Londinium where, after a lengthy search, we found a place of our own. And then another.