Tuesday, June 14, 2005

 

Sober and significant issues

I did my corporate work. I made something out of nothing. I am the champions.

Currently, I am delighted beyond all rationale by the Pot Noodle Horn ads. Just as I was by the 'Slag Of All Snacks' ones. I mean, I detest idiocy, but this is glorious idiocy. Not the kind that makes me feel old and sad and genuinely angered when I encounter it. Like those two fucksticks who do the Radio 1 chart show now. "Yes, Turin Brakes, both blokes although one of them is called Gale, hur hur. A bit like Everything But The Girl, you were never sure if it was two blokes. . .hur hur hururrurruruururrrrrrrandsatanblowsmytrumpet".

That's corrosive infantilism. The Pot Noodle ads are brazen and charming and exhilarating in the same way that Jackass is (even if you don't factor in the eminent fuckability of Johnny Knoxville hem hem). And now I'm sounding like one of those poncey pontificates on the Grauniad site (all apart from the 'fuckability' bit, they're not yet that 'progressive') so shall stop.

Gis a job, then. I'm a sharp-as-Stanley-knife pop culture analyst, and I'm a Girl. Oh yes. Up your numbers, practice what you preach, the directors are breathing down your mostly-male necks. Gis!

Time for a drink.

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