LONG TV ADVERT BREAKS:
It seems that the arseholes that make TV adverts, where sweet fragrant Davina is married to Abdul, a man with a lavatory brush under his chin, and has one half caste little girl with frizzy hair and a little white blond boy who Adolf would have been proud to call his son, and grins as she opens another box of All Bran (having first ensured she has a good supply of that air freshener that disperses especially malodorous smells emerging from the lavatory), then goes into the boring old white fart who lives next door, opens his post and gives her advice on Sun Life’s Over 50 Insurance Plan, before going home to discover she has pissed herself and gets into a pair of Tena Ladies PDQ before discovering a Wowcher deal and “she “THINKS” she likes it” – so much for the cost of living crisis), don’t have long enough to spread their “creative” juices, so the ever so helpful broadcasters want the advert breaks extended:
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“Longer and more frequent” – so even more funeral adverts, more mobile phone contract fraudsters, Haribo adverts where adults talk like 4 year olds, and some old obese cunt trying to knock down the able-bodied in his cripples chariot “scooter”. Even more Dark Keys advertising filthy smelling “fast food”, and those ugly men and wimminz who perform a sort of opera for a washing powder on rainy days (the sort of opera that old slapper Angela Rayner might just about understand).
Even 20 years ago when ITV/Channel 5 had the rights to show the “Columbo” stories, films that had a running time of 70 minutes were put in slots with running times of at least 90 minutes, and on Channel 5 sometime even longer. “Love Your Garden” with a running time of 47 minutes today, placed in a 60 minute slot, will probably be renamed “Love Your Windowbox” with a running time of 15 minutes in a 60 minute slot.
What will be the point of watching anything on commercial channels?. And to think BBC 4 will soon be no more, replaced with the homosexual and tranny lovers of BBC 3. What will be the point of even having a TV – apart from silly old cows like ths spouse who would have nothing to live for without Emmerdale Farm noth of today and eons ago. I’d get rid of the TV tomorrow, since they still reject my idea for a weekly two hour programme of striptease from the top London clubs.
Nominated by: W.C. Boggs
And in a similar vain, here’s one from Sick of It
Is nothing sacred anymore.
The old farts TV, daytime TV, the Sweeney, Professionals, Minder and so on, watched by old farts, they must be otherwise why would the adverts be aimed at people in later life. SunLife, Pure Cremation and Throw you in a cardboard box and chuck it on a bonfire (made that one up).
The thing you can be sure of is the adverts will be white, old twat handing his phone to a neighbour so she can call SunLife ‘they are ever so friendly’, a youngish woman telling us about a cheap no fuss funeral, ‘peace of mind isn’t it mum’, that dopey cunt saying ‘my lot know how to party’. Yes they are fucking shit but everyone is white.
Not anymore Pure Cremation have broken away, obviously a well off old white couple with a daughter and husband, a couple of kids but the son in law is a full on Rasta type.
Just wait for SunLife and Simple whatever to jump on the bandwagon, nothing left for us poor white folk to hang onto.
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