First off, that Accident Advice Helpline (or what ever it's called) advert with Esther (all i'm good for these days is crappy adverts) Ranson, where some lady, you know the one, she's the one in the front row tapping her foot while Esther starts ranting, apparantly had a fall on an uneven pavement and sprained her ankle so she could claim thousands off the council and we could all pay for it with a raise in our council tax. Thanks a f**kin' lot Esther - next time you can pay our council tax for us!!!... and they actually clap her at the end.
Then there's the one for the hair gel where they all join the army and decide they want to "look good" and so don't get their hair shaved and instead all stand and laugh at the General. Reality please, if they did that all the training, exams, and interviews they had done to get in to the army in the first place would all have been for nothing as they would all be kicked out, the hairdresser wouldn't have used the gel on them in the first place and the General (or what ever rank he is) would have probably knocked them all out before they even had chance to smile. I know it's an advert, but it winds me up, and probably everyone in the armed forces too, so get your advertising right if you want to improve sales, or come to me with your idea first and I'll tell you if it's poor or not.
Other adverts that wind me up are the Churchill adverts - the dog's cute enough, but the adverts stink, the cereal one with the kids counting the pops, simply for the way the boy says "fifty-four", I'm glad he's not my kid, the Halifax adverts - don't you think we've had enough of Howard already? ...please Halifax, NO MORE, and the window adverts - you know the one's... ...you buy one, you get one free, I said you buy one, you get one free... SHUT THE F**K UP!!!!!
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