Making a promise I know I won’t keep
Today is the third day of November.
Just three days since the start of the month. Only two nights. Already they are at it.
The advertisements on the television are already filling up with images of tables laden with festive meals, images of Christmas trees, happy families all stuffing their faces, festive booze and toys. Of course there are toys.
I’m just waiting for the first one who promises that your order of a €5,000 three piece massive suite of furniture, big enough to hold twelve people will be delivered before Christmas. Do people seriously buy new sitting room suites for Christmas? They seem to think so.
I suppose they’ll make a change from the endless advertisements for cars. Electric cars, of course. For a while now we have been shown cars driving around very non-typical roads with flashy lights and telling us excitedly that we can order next years model.
I am going to try to amuse myself spotting just how many non-white characters appear in their festive offerings. Of course they have to be “inclusive” and “diverse” and as inoffensive as possible. Us Irish are a vanishing breed.
I have made a promise the other night when the first advertisement appeared.
I promised Herself I wouldn’t rant, rave, throw mugs at the television or even make sarcastic comments when a Christmas ad appeared.
I doubt I’ll last a week.
It’s too late, the ads are on already. There was an Asda on the other night with Michael Buble that has promised that it will progress into a whole series! Oh please no. 🙁
Some of the ones that really get me are the perfume ones. Invariably tacky and clichéd with with supposedly rich people frowning into the camera like they aren’t going to let you join their club unless you smell just like them.
They are all pretty appalling though aren’t they? You should start a poll on which one is worst since we can’t actually avoid them.
Cas
I made the promise after the very first ad. So far I have lasted but only because I control the sound. I despise jingly “Christmas” music.
The perfume ones are crafty. They started last month presumably to not-so-subtly brainwash us males into buying the stuff for our females as a potential present. I’ll buy Herself a bottle of Dettol.
Sofas at Christmas?
I could never understand the huge luggage shops, air-side, at airports.
I could never understand that one. I suppose the furniture people just don’t want to be excluded from the buying frenzy?
We’re very fortunate here at The Turrets, as we won’t see a single advert, because we never watch live TV!
Problem solved!
BTW, would buying a sofa airside be exempt from tax? Just a thought!