Most every advert these days makes my blood boil.But there's a little bunch of them that the wife has to restrain me from throwing the telly out of the window every time they come on. There's that Lloyds one where the smug geezer says he had kids early, then proceeds to moan about his life, like we are supposed to sympathise. Then he says how some App saves him a few minutes a day, precious ones he spends with his kids. Wow, a whole couple of minutes, well I'm sure his kids are so grateful to Lloyds for giving them their, can't be arsed, dad back. Then there's the Barclays Digital Eagles thing, where everyone over fifty is a dribbling idiot, sitting in their own waste, waiting for some spotty Barclays employee to come and switch their computer on for them and no doubt wipe their bums as well while he's at it. It's much the same with all these over fifties insurance adverts. The message there is; you've left all your money to your greedy kids and they will resent the cost of burying you. So if you don't want a cut price, the old git's cost us a foreign holiday, boarder line paupers funeral, get insured. And don't get me started on that new Yaris ad, where the woman is driving, singing at the top of her voice and she has her eyes closed. We don't see the next bit, where she ploughs into a bunch of pedestrians, but doesn't stop because she's bellowing out a power ballad and and her eyes are scrunched shut. It's no wonder the wife had to buy a straight jacket off E-Bay just so I can watch telly these days.
Ranting Ronnie.
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