Confession of a sad graphics student...

Unfortunately if you walk into my room you will see, blue-tacked on the wall above my desk, a magazine advert. This wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't plain white with just a long paragraph down one side. However I feel that it should be used as an advertisers recipe for success!

Make a Great Television Ad and Win £20K

Include
Doritos

Avoid
Abassador's Receptions

Annoying jingles you can't get out of your head.

Odious condescending one-time hack director's that tell you to "calm down dear".

Penta-bloody-peptides.

Annoying jingles you can't get out of your head.

Talking about ooh-yeah-food in the yeah-right-here style of ahh, aah a phone sex worker.

The suggestion that shampooing your hair can somehow induce a multiple knee trembler.

Badly dubbed four-year-old brats gassing themselves on the bog.

Trying to be like well street blood just coz you is advertising to the yoof, innit.

The talky-walky bit that treats you like you have the itsy-bitsy mind of an ickle wickle child.

Caterwauling tone-deaf former bank clerks having a singsong.

Bev and sodding Kev.

Moronic lactose-obsessed muppets skydiving for balls of cheese.

Dried-up "not fit enough to actually be a model" beauty editors.

"Ever-so-arty" hippy-dippy soundtracks.

Dancing around like a cat having a fit just because you've consumed a pot of curdled milk.

Lipsy company presidents vain enough to think their pigeon English will sway us into buying a two-bit timeshare in some craphole nobody's ever heard of.

Barry Scott.

Annoying jingles you can't get out of your head!



I'll leave you to work out what they're talking about!