This sign amuses me.
Originally uploaded by Last Human Gateway Sometimes adverts annoy me...
I get easily annoyed, as you know, but adverts... grrrrrrrr....
Perfect world adverts:
o The guy who beats his kid with a newspaper and then brags about how
he's earning "up to £30,000 a year" working for RED driving school.
o I want to do a poo at Paul's house. Why? - doesn't your mummy wipe
round the gritter enough? - no - because Paul has a clicky pushy air
freshener. One of the branded ones, not the 4 for a pound specials from
Poundland that smell vaguely of lemon, but somewhat of dishwasher
solution.
o This advert... for a local very large housing estate full of little
boxes made of ticky tacky which informs us that if you live here, as
well as being saddled with a huge mortgage, you will be a young couple
- the male version wearing pale coloured chino trousers with his shirt
tucked in but open, whilst being cuddled by a wife wearing a little
black number. You will, of course, drink wine (although with the size
of your mortgage it will more likely be Lambrini).
Meanwhile... a couple of things I've noticed...
1. Why, in adverts for things such as washing detergent etc. do people
only wear white or very pale coloured clothes. You never see "New Ariel
Goth Protect with added blackeners".
2. also... have you noticed that all number plates are totally
reversable? - flick any advert number plate in a mirror and you still
have something readable. Plenty of W, O, V, U, 8, 0 ,1 and other
flippable digits. I guess it's so they only have to make an advert for
one hand of drive and then mirror it when they show it in a country
where they drive on the wrong/right side. I bet it makes it difficult
to find a location with no writing on any signs on it...
Anyway, I'm now going to put on my beige chinos, pastel blue shirt and
live at Woodlaithes Village, because if you live there... you can.
I hate adverts.