A note about British adverts

As you know, I like to Karaoke on my own but for those of you who’ve never done it, let me tell you a bit about the process. You go into a small, not-soundproof room and are faced with a TV and a tablet computer. From the tablet you can access hundreds upon hundreds of songs. Type in your favourite artist, select your favourite track and howl like a rabid dog at the moon.  My problem is as soon as that tablet is in my hand, I forget all songs. All of them. I rack my brains, but nothing comes to mind. In the week before I go, I will have thought of a few I’d like to try but walking into that booth is like the memory zapper in Men in Black. My mind is blank. So, I would like to say thank you to the British advertising industry. British TV right now is full of ghastly, cutesy, adverts for Christmas. The John Lewis dragon, the secret chocolate giver for Cadbury, the hard-working local shopkeepers for Visa, the brass band in the Co-op ad. All making me feel fit to puke, but also giving me the greatest Karaoke playlist ever. I can’t fight this feeling anymore, REO Speedwagon. Do you want to know a secret by the Beatles, Someone to love by Queen, Fairytale of New York by the Pogues and Kirsty. I can’t wait to get back in the booth and howl them at the moon.

P.S. The John Lewis advert makes no sense. Would it not have been better if the villagers had banned fire, and then found out that Christmas is useless without fire and thus the Dragon is needed. 
P.P.S. How creepy is the Cadbury advert? It’s strapline is Give someone you love chocolate secretly this Christmas. Listen up people, I was always told not to eat sweets from strangers or that I didn’t know the providence of. If you want to give someone you love a gift this Christmas, be open and honest and don’t give them chocolate, give them Humans, Being by Gareth Davies available here

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