Life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television...

Briefly having checked my old blog I've discovered something I used to do which I quite enjoyed, and I did get some good feedback from it too... So, without any further hesitation, here's another well revised advert breakdown:

Shiva

New pouches, mini pouches, and I quote; 'for that freshly opened taste every time'...  Do cats really need that? Honestly? Have there been complaints from cats and their owners about slightly stale tasting food? And if so, why have these people been targeted for a new product instead of sectioned for eating cat food and believing they are doctor Doolittle?

Sommersby cider

At first I liked this ad, it was a fun little social commentary, but after a while it has just begun to annoy me... However, part of what annoys me is what happens with a lot of adverts, every second it runs costs a small fortune for the company, and so once the original week is over the ad is shortened to the bare bones, which means losing most of the best jokes.

Now is a good time

I can't remember which cider this was for, but it was a fantastic advert, with a brilliant massage... And it actually made me want a drink in a pub on a nice day surrounded by good mates, and not many ads actually make you want the product, so I think that was perfect

I think I'll leave it there for now, I'll remember more once this is published, I will probably get around to posting more soon enough, enjoy and, as always...

See you when I see you

May you live in interesting times...

Hello faithful readers, both the extremely bored and the exceptionally lost.

I'd like to start by explaining the title, it's an ancient Chinese curse - may you live in interesting times, and may you find what you are looking for. Pretty self explanatory, no hidden meanings or subterfuge, just somebody cursing you to perceived bliss, unusual for me, I know.

Yet it leads to the most interesting question: what do you want from life? What do you really want? What do you think you want?

I am often fickle, I continually look back at what was with rose tinted glasses, convinced I'm missing out because I made the wrong decision... There's another more recent saying that I'm about to butcher here, that states the grass is always greener elsewhere because there is so much shit there...

However, as human beings, we're programmed to be fickle, there is so much choice these days that we will always feel like we're missing out on something, and I doubt anybody knows what they really want out of life...

Mine is actually a very interesting life, both a blessing and a curse. There are many people who care a great deal about me, I have good friends, family, colleagues, I get to hang out in pubs, play pool, drink whiskey, smoke cigars... And I have a son... And a job I like, I have a passion for... These are things many people would kill to have, I've known love, I've experienced quite a bit for only being 23... My life pretty much rocks, although it has a lot of drawbacks... One of which is slight anxiety, I've been hyperventilating all day, not ideal, but if that's the worst that happens this week I'll still be bloody lucky....

See you when I see you...