11 Dec 2016

And Then They Start...

Going by the TV adverts this, rather than being the festive season, seems to be the smelly season as TV advert time is, like, totally focused on perfumes, aftershaves and deodorants with the usual scantily-clad, big lipped pouty young ladies cavorting with similarly scantly-clad, stubbly, thin lipped and tattooed young bucks.

Yeah, I know it’s only pretend and to sell stuff but the not so subliminal idea on sale there is a country mile away from perfume. Wouldn’t you love to, on occasion, jump through the screen and slap all involved back into the real world? And when you got ‘em here just slap ‘em all again. As for the couple in the Tesco advert, a ballpeen hammer’s needed...

Let’s have a dose of reality in the ‘art’ of TV advertising. Why not a fully clothed young lady climbing on a rush hour tube and  strap-hanging with a young dishevelled, in a day after the night before sort o’ way, buck who remarks, “Nice perfume but...”
“Why, thank you.” She replies through huge pouty lips.
“...it doesn’t quite mask your bad breath. You get smacked in the puss last night? Hope the swelling goes down okay.”

How about a young fellow from somewhere foreign splashing aftershave everywhere to mask his body odour as he can’t be assed to have a wash? How about an old girl using copious amounts of ode-toilet, prior to heading out to hit the bingo hall, to mask the smell of boiled cabbage? The old guy crawling out o’ bed of a freezing dawn and grabbing his shower-in-a-can as he can’t face cold water so early.

Wouldn’t work would it? Okay, what can I pick fault with now?

Quote;  H. L. Mencken.

“An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.”

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