Saturday 18 April 2009

Adverts That Blow 3: I'm bloated, help me shit


" I'm bloated, help me shit."


If there’s one thing women enjoy complaining about during commercials, it is their health. Special time-of-the-month I’m not that bothered about and have no intention of going into. I have no doubt it may hurt, perhaps not as much as some make it out to be. Let’s move on. There are two main offenders I can think of at time of writing – Dulcoease and Danone Activia. Both with the same aim: To help you shit. This does appear to set an unsettling theme with the Adverts The Blow series, I can assure you it will not all be shit-based.


The Danone brand all feature the same concept: women complaining about how eating whatever makes you feel “bloated” usually accompanied by a hand on the stomach in case you didn’t understand. Because of this you must eat Activia to stop this feeling by “improving transit”; it’s basically a weak form of laxative, covered in the form of a once innocent food product. “Mmmm, Easy!” one woman exclaims. A tip to save money on these expensive things is to stop spending your money on the crap which is making you ‘bloated’ in the first place. Failing that, stop the whining, you’re not getting sympathy off anyone. The advert ends on the woman smiling, this is clearly before the aftermath of Activia, the cure of which is mentioned below.


Tasty lass Nell McAndrew has somehow been drawn into this bullshit, with a body which shows no sign of a disrupted shit-schedule. The Activia Challenge! Eat Activia for however many days and see how it can help you shit. Or your money back! I’m curious as to how this actually works. Is the participant meant to record how bloated and irregular their shits are before starting, then recording the results as they go through the challenge? Am I feeling less bloated? Am I shitting more because my transit has been improved? Am I going to need some Dulcoease because it feels like I’m shitting Xbox360 controllers?


Dulcoease is a stool softener, for whiny women with hard shits. I don’t understand why women have suddenly developed the need for Borg Perfection when they shit. It doesn’t come quick enough you need to improve transit to adapt, and then you’re not happy when it does come. The resistance is indeed futile, but the shit isn’t complying as efficiently as they’d like.


There are a few things in this advert which conern me. One, the 'lead' woman(blonde with big lips, I am going to name her Pat) is able to recognise the symptoms and her friend (short red hair, clearly distressed by having a rock-hard shit) who is suddenly prepared to reveal all in a busy café:




"Let me play with your hair?" "NO!"

“Pat you bitch!”


Her friends seem to react more to this than revelations of bowel problems.

Pat gets out the Dulcoease and presents it to the Redhead, Blondie Pat is only too happy to show off her personal supply, not even trying to hide her pride and unnatural enthusiasm to help in such a personal situation.



Whatever could it be?



TA-DA!

This is while her friends look on, seemingly comfortable (unlike Red’s arse) with this topic raised up during a casual lunch meeting. It’s almost like an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting for people who can’t shit properly.

Then the kicker, this advert can’t end on a serious note, so it has to end on a ‘humorous’ note that the target audience can get behind. That’s right ladies; let’s complain about men while we’re at it. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so predictable.



Random Woman: "I used to have a big pain in my life"

Big lip Pat: "Until she ditched him"



*Cue laughter*


AHAHAHA. The pain of hard shits remind you of past relationships. What an original and witty comparison.




Wednesday 15 April 2009

Adverts That Blow 2 : "Hi Katie!"


It should be illegal to be as irritating as the idiots on the new Animal Crossing advert. If Nintendo want to advertise their new accessory as a way of talking to friends whilst you play your favourite games, then they should have chosen some voice talent....not these two poor excuses of vocal artists.


I can't even imagine how someone could greet someone else in such an irritating manner, but staggeringly Nintendo have found TWO people with this bizarre attribute.


Just see for yourself.



Sluts.

Thursday 9 April 2009

Media Moaner 1: ITV Daytime Price Cuts



Media Moaner 1: ITV Daytime Price Cuts

This involves an article I stole from the Daily Star I found at work on 3rd April. It talks about how certain shows on ITV are “under threat” from huge budget cuts, complete with added bullshit.

Apparently The Alan Titchmarsh Show and Dickinson’s Real Deal are some of those people under threat. Probably two of the cheapest shows to make on ITV1. Real Deal just has people sitting at a table talking bullshit about the history of how they came across their heirloom that they’re trying to flog to antique dealers that you may recognise some from Bargain Hunt as ‘experts’. We don’t care how many people died in WWII to protect the honour of this tiny locket, they’re here to sell the piece of crap. Cut the time wasting and start haggling. It’s a shame that David Dickinson, The Duke, The Man with The Tan, has been relegated to this, after leaving Bargain Hunt. Ever since, Bargain Hunt has since been taken over by over-enthusiastic Tim Wonnacott, who really does need a good slap upside the head every time he does the following:
1] Just as the Red Team are about to sell their items:
“You haven’t been speaking to the blues have you? Keeping schtum?” (Or words to that effect)
2] Just as the Blue Team are about to sell their items:
“You haven’t been gossiping with the reds have you? Not said a word?” (Or words to that effect)
3] After both auctions:
“You two haven’t been speaking to each other have you?”
4] After announcing the winners [The beginning in the *’s of this is allowed]:
“*Join us soon for some more bargain hunting* Yes? YES?!” accompanied by a quick bend of the knees. He puts some real effort into this, forcing everyone else to do the same, and it’s just not needed. Prick.

The Alan Titchmarsh show is basically a cheap attempt to copy the success of The Paul O’Grady Show (Channel 4), which actually has high profile guests. I can only assume Titchmarsh doesn’t have that many proper celebrity guests due to its early scheduling (Coincidentally, after Real Deal) and even if it did, it’s not going to have them anymore [This is speculation, they may have had proper celebrities]. I thank ITV for actually making The Alan Titchmarsh show over The Antony Cotton show, an even more pathetic attempt to emulate O’Grady. “Wow, Paul O’Grady is gay… How can we copy that success? know! Let’s take that raging homosexual from Coronation Street and give him his own programme! All the gays on television have quirky attitudes that the straights just don’t have” Great work, except it didn’t work. Cotton is a prick. Both these programmes are hardly breaking the bank.

60 Minute Makeover is another programme facing price slashes. A ‘makeover’ show which features a massive group of people painting walls, pasting and applying wallpaper, all the while some most-likely homosexual ‘designer’ walks around shouting at them and talking about how an MDF chest of drawers would look so super over there, all in the space of… surprisingly, 60 minutes. There’s only so cheap a show can get, and this is one of the examples. One piece of good news to me was that The Jeremy Kyle Show was being cut to three mornings a week. I hate Jeremy Kyle so much, the majority of the show isn’t spent hearing the guests talk about their problems of drugs and DNA testing, it’s him talking bullshit about how they should live their lives according to his elitist opinions. This is not how a chat show should work. I know it’s called The Jeremy Kyle Show, but I’ve never seen Trisha and Jerry Springer spew as much bullshit on their shows, at least Springer knows to wait until the end. After Kyle has finished one of the many rants, the people in the audience feel the need to applaud what he says; this is without giving the guests much chance to speak back. No doubt the excuses given would be just as full of crap, but it’d be nice to hear someone else speak for a change. One show I caught where one guest stormed off, not an uncommon occurrence in a chat show. Kyle went backstage to whine at him and give the “Go out and face yourself out there. Be a man wah wah”. Seconds later after the guest returns and sits on the chair, Kyle shouted some more “You’re a disgrace, wah wah [insert bullshit here], get the fuck off my stage”. Cue applause. What was the fucking point? It’s clear he isn’t doing this to actually help people, but to show off his powers of commanding people. Many chat show hosts may do the same, but in as much of an obvious manner. I commend ITV for this blessing.

Then the end of the article really angered me: “Insiders say the only shows safe from the axe are This Morning and Loose Women”. This Morning I’ve never had much of a problem with compared to other programmes. It has Phillip “The Silver Fox” Schofield, which is always a plus. I have to disagree with them on the fact that they feel the need to clap every artist that plays. One example was Will.I.Am’s ‘I Got It From My Mama’, you could tell he was dying inside when he walked on screen slapping his hands together. I could understand his pain because the song was shit and not something you should hear on early morning television. A few lyric samples:
“If the girl real sexy, nine times out of ten. She sexy like her mama. And if her mama real ugly. I guarantee ya she gon’ be ugly like her mama.”

Loose Women on the other hand gets me seething. A show worthy of its title, a collection of women with vaginas’ like buckets that the even biggest black mans’ cock wouldn’t touch the sides. Main offender: Carol McGiffin. An ugly cow with a massive nose who brags about she has no kids or stable man in her life so spends all her money on expensive shit, cheap men and holidays that no one gives a shit about. A real empty husk of a human being Even her fellow “loose” women shuffle uncomfortably on their chairs as she goes into another rant.

There's a reason there isn't a stable man. The alcohol wears off the next day.


We get it, you’re a whore. Now shut up. This has to be costing more money than many of the programmes mentioned above, which are cheap already. Get a bit of variety ITV, have a panel of blokes occasionally. But if it were just a group of blokes, sexism protests would sprout all over the country. Because that just wouldn’t do. What we’re stuck with is an aging panel of 35[ish?] plus year old skanks who have to mention an ex-boyfriend of theirs who has a dodgy toenail or whatever whenever a serious issue is raised, because the two are inexplicably linked somehow.


On a final note, a puzzler. In Eminem’s Stan, these lyrics peaked my interest:

“If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do”

A six year old at an Eminem concert? C’mahn, don’t bullshit me. This might be explained that Stan ran home to get his brother after the concert then they both waited in the blistering cold for four hours. Either way, a six year old Eminem fan? Any parent who lets a six year old child listen to Slim Shady’s songs is irresponsible. I’m not dissin’ you Slim, I do enjoy some of your banging lyrics.

Wednesday 8 April 2009

Name dropping social network sites



Picture the scene. A friend and I are casually strolling through a GAME store. As usual the in store speakers are blaring out the unfathomably self gratifying and generically bland GAME Radio Show. Some bloke telling me about how good whichever game they have on special offer is.

Anyway my mind was gently being massaged by this bullshit that usually flows right around me when I heard something that made me want to find the DS section, and pummel the next irritating and pathetic product of reproduction that was casually reading the back of the new "Imagine Girl Rocks" game.

The DJ….actually that is offensive to DJ's….the prick stated "Wow, I'm surprised The Saturdays have time to make music. I was on their Twitter page today and they seem to be on it constantly!" or words to this affect.

Prick. Prick prick prick. Prick. What a prick. There is so much wrong with this I do not even know where to start. My main gripe is the name dropping of Twitter. Is that supposed to be cool? Is it really. Everyone knows about Twitter now. It is not cool to talk about it. It's lame. What does that achieve….

Its like jokes in movies and TV shows about MySpace/Facebook/Bebo etc. Its just pathetic. Its patronising to the audience. Something I saw on holiday sums it up completely….basically I was watching a pantomime and Widow Twanky mentioned MSN or Facebook or some shit. Directly in front of me was a mentally retarded person. This mentally retarded person at the mere mention of Facebook, its (I couldn't deduce the gender) face lit up, its head spun around to the carer and it had a glazed over look in its eye and it just sort of…smirkingly glared at its carer for what seemed like an eternity, its head gradually balancing off centre.

I'm not saying these websites and tools are a bad thing – far from it, they are helpful and useful. But when used in comedy or name dropped it almost always has the same affect. Embarrassment. I've seen people laugh and be enthralled by the mention of these types of things before though, and I couldn't think any lower of them.

Wednesday 1 April 2009

Adverts That Blow 1: "Shut up and start shitting"


“Shut up and start shitting”


This article focuses on two adverts produced by S.C. Johnson [A family company!] of their Glade Touch and Fresh range. When it comes to around the home, it has to be mummy and daddy, but when it’s time to show the toilet incarnation it has to involve a little boy who is shitting or about to. It’s ok for little boys to shit on daytime television; I have no doubt if it was a little girl there would be national uproar. And shifted past the watershed.


The first advert of a little boy shitting is an Asian kid, with a Latino-looking mother. The kid is mid-shit and suddenly realises his shit stinks. He must reach for the Glade to save his nasal passages! This is revealed to be impossible as it is empty… Someone had the nerve to know it had run out, take the spent refill out and leave the case empty stuck to the wall, teasing the next toilet user. At the end of the advert you’ll see it’s a moot point, because it’s too far away from the toilet to even use at that point, and too high up the wall for the kid to use [without jumping]


How high?!


What really pisses me off is how much this advert has evolved, the first version called the Glade thing a toy, “Good thing mum’s got that toy to make it smell better”, how that got past Ofcom without raising a flag is beyond me. It was then changed from “toy” to “thingy”, most likely removed altogether because kids still believed they could have fun spraying aerosols at close range.


Massive bathroom, the mammoth height of the Touch and Fresh displayed once again


“Mummy” arrives, hearing the kids thought tracking somehow and asks the kid what’s wrong, “It’s all gone!” he exclaims. “What’s gone?” she asks back. Shortly after a nice sketch of an empty Glade case [With the word “empty” in case she still didn’t get it], where did all this stationary come from? Early versions showed nothing, recent incarnations have displayed the floor covered with pens and a colouring book, perfect bathroom activities.


Sniff the felt tip pens or something!


This raises a question about the kid, the door is shown to be a short distance from the toilet, and at the beginning and end of the advert the kid still appears to be shitting. The only logical explanation is that he waddled with a shit-stained arse to the door to deliver the message and maybe unlock the door, waddle back and carry on shitting as mother combats the aromatic terror. They share a happy moment together as she uses the freshly replaced Touch and Fresh and looks at him: The Happy Shitter.


Probably got his mum to wipe his arse after he was done. If he ever managed to finish.


The second involves another little boy who wants a shit and feels the need to inform his mother. But then lays the information he wants to have a shit at his friend Paul’s house. Mum tells him to cut the bullshit and sit his arse on the toilet in their house, but he storms off, saying he’s going to shit at Paul’s house. This is all explained by the fact that Paul has a Glade toy in his toilet to play with and cover excrement smells with lavender or whatever. This is an outright display of defiance and the kid should be pimpsmacked so he knows his place. However it could also be a cry for help, maybe he’s being abused to the point where he has to run off to a friend’s house for a shit just to get out his home for a few minutes.