I’m feeling rather tired today after a busy couple of days writing, but two things have just occurred to me whilst eating my tea and watching the adverts on television:
- Eighteen bottles of beer for only seven pounds. Am I the only one who finds it a little absurd that we are then encouraged to “enjoy alcohol responsibly”?
- The adverts that aren’t encouraging us to pickle our livers inexpensively at this time of day seem to have a common theme. Glide up to Heaven on your Stannah stairlift. Make sure you’ve got life insurance. What’s going to happen to your pampered pooch when you pop your clogs? Each and every one of them, in short, yells “YOU’RE GOING TO DIE!“, insuitably disguised tones of concern. A cheerful accompaniment to the eating of my M&S trifle.
If you were expecting a punchline at this point, or a philosophical analysis and witty conclusion… come back in a week or two when I’m on my anti-Christmas holidays and, possibly, not feeling quite so written-out. 😉
