Those Halifax adverts. They really bring me to the very depths of despair. It was bad enough before when that weird mole-like creature 'Howard' managed to get himself famous (of sorts) by gurning through pop songs and attempting to disprove the theory about black people having rhythm...now we have to endure a "Bollywood-style extravaganza" of paying-in clerks and administrative assistants desperate to prove that they actually DO have a personality beyond working for a ruthless usurous bastard organisation.
<*dv_1*> I can see their excited little faces now, as the memo gets circulated round the office that they are looking for some more "talented staff" who'd like to show off their singing and dancing for the good of themselves and the company. I'm sure that all those people who get their homes repossessed by the Halifax this year will be cheered up by the fact that they handed over their house keys to a bunch of money grabbing cretins who are able to burst into song at a moment's notice.
<*dv_0*> SO, enough of employee-based adverts. If there's one thing guaranteed to NOT make me buy a product, is to watch some smug-faced little creeps trying to convince me I need it. And if I wanted to watch a bunch of twats in suits make idiots of themselves I'll go to any Chicago Rock Cafe in the UK on a Friday night. At least that way I can throw pint glasses at them. |
