You're at a BBQ, when asked, you say "I work" it's better than saying "I don't work".
When asked, you clarify and say "In Direct Mail" : about the same amount of charm as a smallpox virus.
If to that question you replied "I work on an ad account on beer, a car, an airline..." which do you think will impress?
Nevertheless, a job is a job, and there are many I'm sure who churn out the leaflets that Turks deliver on the weekends through your letter box, work as these drudges. Still to have a job these days as a drudge is still a noble aspiration. The T Mobile rate cards, the pizza listings, the double glazing leaflets, Cotton Traders, even Penhaligon's- bought once before you were born and still getting brochures and mailers- and all the things that all go DIRECT-LY into the bin.
There on a beach lie two people side by side staying at the same hotel. Both can afford a nice holiday, you can't tell which is which, but one of them will love geting back to the office, and one of them will look upon it as just a job.
Come on, tell me which child is saying to its parents "One day, I'm going to do nice leaflets!". But enough of spite about the Direct Mail business.
Get in as anything- then sneak something better under the nose of a CD, if it really better than what he gets, I'm sure you could switch- what's the worse that could happen? That he'll say no. In the meantime of waiting for a CD to answer you, let alone invite you for an interview, hell could freeze over (remember this is Britain). Things are slow, substandard, and expensive. Learn all you can from every single department, take it all in, it all goes into building up the whole picture.
To hear that an agency is still having a graduate scheme in the current climate is a miracle. Take it. Take it and say thank you.