Fellow Britons:
The day Blue Peter got computerized… back when it was avant-garde for sex offenders to moonlight as IT experts.
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Fellow Britons:
The day Blue Peter got computerized… back when it was avant-garde for sex offenders to moonlight as IT experts.
I spent three hours today talking about shampoo and shower gel. Fifteen minutes in, the jingle to this epic 80s TVC popped into my head and refused to leave. New Insignia. It’s all over now.
Yearning for a change of professional scenery? Got lofty career ambitions? Then maybe you’re destined for the next level world of transmission lines and antennas. The ultimate vocational high.
Antoine saves the day. Legend. Fo real.
NOW SMASH THE INEVITABLE REMIX
HIDE YA KIDS, HIDE YA WIFE Y’ALL
The opening to last night’s episode of The Simpsons in the US parodied “Tik Tok”.
Disappointing.
“I didn’t think is was physically possible, but this both sucks *and* blows”
(Bart Simpson, 2006)
This TVC aired in the UK when I was just 4 years old. Inexplicably, I still appear to know every single word. I can’t decide which bit I like best – the frank, unashamed acknowledgement that ‘er indoors is on permanent kitchen duty, the token black dude trotting out ‘fried onion rings’ in that standard eighties ‘comedic’ ethnic twang, or the pure genius in taking a slab of reconstituted beef and transforming a dodge burger into a deluxe steakhouse grill simply by making it ‘steak shaped’. Fuck it, whatever, I hope it’s chips for tea.
I lost my shit watching Natalie Barr lose her shit on Sunrise this morning. Always a good start to the day.