Having worked during the 1980s for a Swindon company dealing with advertising agencies, I can appreciate the purpose of their trade, to coin a phrase, "the power of advertising" . . . so, here we are, in the middle of October and the commercial TV stations have inevitably started their insidious broadcasts of various retailers' seasonal adverts . . . but there are none more annoying than the major furniture retailers (who shall remain nameless - although that remains pretty obvious) . . .
"Order Now In Time For Xmas!" - for f**k's sake, WHY? So, you've got your lovely new sofa ensconced in your lounge on Christmas morning - and one of the kids smears most of the contents of a selection box over it, because they're so excited that they can't shit! But it's begrudgingly cleaned up, in the spirit of the season . . . come Boxing Day, among your visitors is the relative of a friend who spills a drink . . . and so on, and so on: in the words of that Greg Lake song "The Christmas we get we deserve" - well, as inanimate as the sofa may be (unless it's on castors . . .), it's blameless . . . and the people who fall for this do get what they deserve . . . and, furthermore, why do WH Smith insist on still using Ruby Wax for voiceovers . . .?
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