14 Apr 2015

And Then, TV Adverts….

Another tough call today; Conservative manifesto or bingo. Bingo!! We have a winner!

However, before I move ever onwards, I did pickup on this bit of 'news' the other day and it's interesting to note that, along with our vast money orchard,  it seems we have a really big building, possibly secreted amongst the swaying boughs of the money trees, in which there are, presumably under lock and key, five thousand doctors just a-sittin' and a-waitin' 'till called upon to do service for the country. I mean, is that pretty damn cool or wot? May I humbly suggest that, as they're released to serve us, they should be electronically tagged just in case they make a run for the nearest airport.

Enough of that; let's have a bit of this.

I tottered downstairs this morning, booted up the beast… Pardon? No, the computer. Drank a pair of strong coffees so I could function in an almost human fashion - almost – and read* the news online. I then asked myself a question, me being the only one there at the time. Why do we wake up reasonably happy then insist on plunging ourselves into instant depression by reading the news?  Why not just soak up the coffee, the nicotine, gaze out the window and contemplate what to do today?

What to do

Some time later I made another mistake by turning on the TV and further spoiled a yet to even get going day by stumbling into one of my all-time pet hates. Just one of the many adverts for on-line bingo.

Now, I'm not a violent man by any stretch of the imagination, but if the actors{?}, and I do appreciate they're just earning a crust but they be my contact point, who feature in these adverts were rounded-up and placed in a room and I managed to gain access to said room clutching a number nine coal shovel, I guarantee nobody would leave the room before I'd erased that, "Give all your money to us." jollity from their faces with the working end of my number nine coal shovel. Hay, if people like playing bingo, have at it is what I say, but those giggly, smiling, jolly, singing, adverts just trip my trigger and trust me, my trigger's a long, long way from being a hair-trigger.

That's it. Mr Grumpy done did gone and went and the rest of the day progressed as… well, pretty much along the same lines as yesterday as near as I can remember how yesterday progressed.

*Why is this as it is; "I'm going to read the news" "I've just read the news" Why won't English let me type, "I've just red the news"? What's wrong with that then?

Maybe I should take up knitting.

Quote;  Vilhjalmur Stefansson.

"What is the difference between unethical and ethical advertising? Unethical advertising uses falsehoods to deceive the public; ethical advertising uses truth to deceive the public."


Caratacus said...

I take my hat orf, I really do. Only a number nine coal shovel... truly, you are the soul of forgiveness in a world of deceit and misrepresentation.

Mac said...

It's that age thing again. A number nine is probably the biggest I could manage for any meaningful battering without losing my ballance.