Theses four television adverts really get on my nerves.
This one particularly baffles me. Not because there’s anything odd about fragranced room products; more because of the way they’ve chosen to sell it. Now, I may not be entirely verbatim on this, but I believe it goes: “Don’t you hate it when your house smells of fish?”
Why yes, I certainly do. However, who has that problem all the time? In fact, who has that problem? I could see it being an issue for the fishmongers amongst us or possibly those who find it amusing to strew rotting fish carcasses around their home, but for the normal person I don’t think a fishy odour would be that much of an issue. Or am I being naïve?
Can’t for the life of me remember the name of the mouthwash, but it’s the one that shows a naked woman wandering aimlessly through a field of grass. Then the camera zooms in on her face and she has a missing tooth, leading to the obvious thought that this one defect has ruined her perfection. Ah, how clever. Only it’s not. It’s just bizarre. BIZARRE. I know that advertising companies sex everything up these days (or so it seems..) but really, mouthwash? Am I the only person that finds this odd?
Now, let me specify the kind I mean: not mobile dating lines, but mobile sex lines. You know the ones. Ladies on the phones in their underwear with a mischievous glint in their eyes, clearly enjoying their conversations. Scantily clad men lounging against weight-lifting equipment with a saucy smile. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that’s the caliber of men and women you will get on the other end of the phone. Not bored housewives in their dressing gowns looking to make an extra few quid of an evening. Just buy a porno mag. It’ll be cheaper.
Oh God I hate them. Is anyone actually suckered in by the sight of Bank of Scotland employees twisting old and beloved songs into a parody of what they once were? Really? The Bank that wants to make you happy? Read, the Bank that wants to take all of your money so that they can continue to make horrendous adverts and keep Howard Brown in natty glasses. Bite me, Bank of Scotland.