Specifically, my job title will be digital product manager and I will be tasked with growing the site commercially and driving paid-for content forward. It’s a little daunting when I think about it, as online publishing is probably my weakest area; but by the same token it’s also hugely exciting as I will be learning a considerable amount.
I have had the most fantastic three years working in the aftermarket. It is a fabulous industry, full of some of the most driven people I have met – as well as some of the most creative. I guess you have to be creative in the face of VM competition if you’re to make money!
While heading CAT I have learned more about running a brand than I could have imagined. I hope that the title is in better shape now than it was when I took the helm at the end of 2007.
I know there is much work still to be done, but my successor – David Harris – is definitely the man to do it. He has aftermarket experience, is a proven publisher and I am sure will drive CAT on to greater things still.
Key in his remit should be:
- To improve the website, driving traffic to it and turning it into a viable commercial proposition
- To turn the CAT Awards into the must-attend social event of the year
- To ensure CAT remains the best, most independent aftermarket B2B brand
- To develop the Directory brand online and in print
I am certain he can do that.
He will have my help and support should he need it, as I will only be upstairs (on floor 5).
Anyway, before you all start crying onto your desks at the prospect of a Foster-less aftermarket (I think editor Emma is actually relishing the idea after sitting opposite me for three years) I thought I’d sign off with my ’most memorable’ memories of my time in this most incredible of industries…
1 Automechanika 2008
It was my first visit to an Automechanika and there I was, merrily taking photos of the Trico stand for Nigel Cole, when along came a couple of burly (and I mean burly) German geezers, covered in tats and with shaven heads. They wouldn’t have looked out of place in a Millwall football hooligan gang.
“Vhere eez your photo passz?” One of them hissed. Uh oh.
“Erm, I am press?” I tried to offer back. Not good enough. They grabbed me by the arms and ‘arrested’ me, before taking me to have my camera confiscated at security HQ. Seeing as it was my own camera, I was not amused. Trouble was, neither were they.
After my camera had been taken off my person, I had to walk – accompanied by messrs Thug and Hooligan – all the way back to the press centre (a good 20 minutes trudging) where they verified I was from CAT and gave me permission to take photos.
Then it was 20 minutes trudging back to the security point to collect my camera again. Lesson learned – when you go to Automechanika, if you take a camera, get permission to use it!
Also on that trip, memories of talking to a guy called Fenton Rixon – who was trying to sell space in the aftermarket section of the Autosport Show 2009.
Fenton was full of doom and gloom about the impending financial crisis.
“The banks will all collapse! Take all your money out and stuff it under the mattress! Cash is king!” he was telling me. Two years on and wer’e still here. Hurrah for that, Fenton!
Also at this show was the Trico night, where much beer was consumed and editor Emma drank a beer in one go that was bigger than her. Most impressive!
2 Plastered in Paris
At Equip Auto last year in Paris, editor Emma and I ended up getting slightly merry on beers that cost a whacking 10 Euro a pint. Well actually we got plastered. We were in our hotel bar when I spied a piano! Not being one to hide a light under my bushel, I made a lunge for the piano stool and started playing. Badly. I had double vision, which makes playing piano slightly tricky, as it’s hard to control two hands, let alone when you think you have four.
The more I played, the louder the background music became in the bar and check-in area. Until eventually, two butch French security guards (with tats, and who wouldn’t have looked out of place in a Millwall hooligan gang) came over to physically tear me away from the instrument.
Maybe it was because I was playing a track by the Pet Shop Boys, after something by Elton John.
3 Visiting Sykes Pickavant
This is probably memorable for all the wrong reasons! Lobby (sales exec Karen Reilly) and I had put together what we thought was a fabulous proposal to get tool company Sykes Pickavant involved in some way with the CAT brand. We weren’t after much investment, just a little support perhaps, just so they could see that CAT might be a viable marketing tool for them to exploit.
As such we’d booked a slot to see Dave Mekie, the company’s marketing director, at their HQ in Walsall. But what a waste of time, money and effort it all turned out to be. A day in my life that was totally pointless.
After our presentation to Dave (and his PR assistant, who was lovely) demonstrating how CAT goes out to over 17,000 readers, outlining the demographics of our subscriber base (which included over 9,000 independent garages), Mekie summarily dismissed pretty much everything we’d said. It was obvious he didn’t like CAT, was never going to like CAT and possibly didn’t even believe we went out to garages.
So why bother wasting his time, and ours, seeing us?
And why, if CAT is not right for Sykes, do they keep sending us press releases? All questions I will never be able to answer! I shan’t miss days like this in my next role. Fortunately days like this were very rare on CAT.
You can’t win ‘em all!
A day of much merriment and bonding followed. As usual though, I went one step too far. (That should be my epitah – ‘he went one step too far!)
While queueing for Stealth (one of the fastest accelerating roller coasters at 0-80mph in 2.5 seconds), Martin Lee – our sales manager – wasn’t moving as fast as the queue was. So I whacked him hard on the posterior to get him moving, same way you’d whack a cow on the arse if it wasn’t going into the milking shed properly.
Poor old Martin. He jumped out of his skin. Now, ever since I did that, whenever I move my arm near Martin he flinches!
5 Visit to Corteco HQ
Sometimes you meet clients you just click with. They get where you’re coming from, we understand what they need and the relationship works brilliantly both ways.
The guys at Corteco – Steve, Satbinder and Reiner – are all like that. What top blokes. They paid for Karen, Emma and I to visit their HQ in Germany, which we did do. A great time was had by all, even during a factory tour that actually proved quite interesting!
While being shown round Freudenburg HQ, I spied a football table. Reiner Martsfeld said he was pretty good, so I said we could have a Germany v England rematch, the first time England would have played Germany at football on German soil since we hammered them 5-1 (even Heskey scored that night).
Alas, Mr Martsfeld bottled it and the match never happened. Probably just as well for me, really. I’d have lost on penalties!
Thank you
And that’s it from me. Thank you all for your support of CAT during my tenure. I hope we helped you grow your business along the way. I’m proud to leave CAT in a very strong position – we pride ourselves on delivering a top-notch product each month, something that won’t change no matter who is publisher.
My email remains the same – jim.foster@haymarket.com. I look forward to staying in touch with you all!







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