Oh yes
It is babysitting time at the moment.
Babysitting is one of those things that seems to be expected of Grandads for some reason. I don’t mind too much, as Puppychild isn’t a bad poker player for five, and we had a good session last night. I managed to win €20 which is better than a kick in the arse?
This morning, after doing her homework [the manufacture of explosives and poisons from common household items], she asked to watch television.
By now, you must be aware that advertisements are not my favourite form of broadcasting. By their nature, they are repetitive and boring. Some can be just plain irritating, and others have the capacity to provoke instant rage. The advertisements that were on children’s television this morning where around 10 on the cardiac scale.
For some very strange reason, the majority of the advertisements were for insurance. Out of each slot of say eight advertisements, four would would be for insurance. I am a little surprised that the insurance industry should think that five year olds are so interested in their product and can only assume that the campaign is directed at the parents/minders/babysitters, who must be very accident prone and therefore unsuitable for the job?. The agencies seems to have a particular mental block too, when it comes to insurance. I have always hated that fucking cheery thing with the toy red phone beeping around the place, but my greatest desire is grab that fucking dog Churchill and douse him in petrol. Then we’ll see him go woof. Ohhh yes!
There was even a Christmas ad that kept cropping up. Yes – Christmas! The bastards are already advertising for Christmas 2010, Fucking hell!
The art of advertising is almost dead, but occasionally one good one does crop up. I found this one on Going like Sixty. I’m sure he will be furious at won’t mind my borrowing it.
Now that is how it should be done.
Classic!
Brilliant, brilliant.
.-= Martin´s last brainfart .. Pool party =-.
That’s just excellent!
.-= robert´s last brainfart .. Server Administrator in Training =-.
You’re found out!
If you weren’t watching programmes from Mr Murdoch’s satellite station you wouldn’t encounter that stupid Churchill or the silly red telephone..
Its the fuckin Cash for Gold ads that are getting on my tits. I heard on Liveline recently that some people are blaming burglaries in their houses on those cash for gold type companies. Which? magazine have said they are a load of shite and I believe them.
I know they are a pain in the hole but I do love the Go Compare ads 🙂 only because I sing along with them to get on other peoples tits.
Ian – I had no choice … it was Children’s Channel or open rebellion. It is damned hard finding one of them that isn’t full of American shite too [“awesome!”].
Becky – You are a lost cause. Once you start singing along with ads, they have you. I haven’t heard most ads at all – I always mute the sound as a matter of course.
My only criticism of the ad above is that I would imagine a lot of people would look away after the first thirty seconds, which is a great pity. I think it is brilliant in both concept and execution [sic]. It is one of those very very rare ones I could watch repeatedly.
the cheddar ad is brilliant!!! I was appalled at first though. As soon as I heard ‘this is the end, beautiful friend….’ and the poor little fucker gasping for breath I thought, ‘ah what the fuck?’ but when the little bastard started weight lifting i split myself laughging, kind of dangerous for me at the moment as I have bronchitis.
Beats the gorilla playing the drums to phil collins anytime. I fuckin hate phil collins.
this seams the be the favorite one in our house.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQcVllWpwGs
Becky – I think it really has to go down as one of the all time greats.
Bubbles – Aaaaarrgghh!!!!! I fucking HATE that ad. It is creepy in a very nasty way.
On poker: You’re not doing half bad this time out. She usually kicks your butt.
I saw Sixty’s ad yesterday. Got all teary eyed there for a couple seconds until he the little guy started bench pressing the trap spring. Usually those things just lop the little sucker in half and it’s done with. Hated to see the little guy appear to suffer like that.
And it looks like they’ve come a long way from the original dancing baby.
.-= Kirk M´s last brainfart .. Good blogging tip—Don’t do what I do =-.
Arrggh! That’s just plain cruel! And there’s me just finished blogging about cheerful little mouses living in Churches and dancing in clogs on stairs….sob.
Still, I somehow managed to watch it to the end… suspected a catch somewhere. But I’ll NEVER buy Nolan cheese again! What again…? We don’t have it over here in NL. Plenty of mice though.
.-= Geri Atric´s last brainfart .. ADDLED! =-.
Kirk M – I think it’s only right to let an under-five win from time to time, but now she is grown up, I play by my normal standards. I’m being cruel to be kind.
When I first saw the ad, I had a feeling in the waters that there had to be a catch. I wasn’t disappointed. And don’t mention dancing babys, or we’ll be back at that fucking roller skating thing again.
Geri – I must admit I had never heard of Nolan’s cheese either, but I have now – which proves the ad works!