In our irregular, slightly unpopular news item we take a little look at Marketing magazine’s Adwatch feature, this time dated 15th October. And what a cracker it is this time around.
So - if you’ll do us the honour of casting your mind back – you’ll remember Adwatch gathers information from those rotten swines, the general public. Then -using computers - it figures out which ads are more easily recalled in the empty, addled and simple minds of the unwashed masses (that’s us).
Let’s have a look at the Top 5. At this point, please imagine ‘The Wizard’ by Paul Hardcastle playing in the background. Or click here if your imagination is feeble.
5.) Greggs
I don’t actually remember ever seeing an ad for Greggs appear on my TV. I’m finding it difficult to believe they actually advertise, as the Greggs near my manor is essentially a doss-house for crackheads and ageing ladies of the night. Every time I walk past, it’s scattered with the flaking imagery of the Hackney undead. Perhaps they’re attracted by the delicious cream horns.
4.) Subway
Balls to Subway and their revolting food. Have you ever been in one?
It’s ridiculous. You stand in a queue and go along on a meet-and-greet with the chain-gang employees (no doubt being paid tiny peanuts) trying not to be pernickety about how many kernels of corn you want in your ridiculously elongated bap. If you ask for steak and cheese, they put a small tray containing a mass of what genuinely resembles bum-pickings into a microwave. It’s deeply unappetising. I can’t recall the advert.
3.) Hovis
Again – this one’s gone straight over my head – if I’ve ever seen it. Do people really buy bread based on an advert? I can’t say I’ve ever seen a loaf on TV and made a mental note to purchase one the next day at dawn. There are too many other thoughts banging around my brain like ‘if I don’t do some work in the office tomorrow I will get fired‘, ‘they should, one day, make a gameshow with a skyscraper made out of jenga blocks‘ and of course, the perpetual repeat-playing of the question ’have I got a terminal disease?‘.
2.) Marks & Spencer
That’s more like it! Of course I remember this. M&S have pulled off the trick of putting a piece of crumpet in their advert, running around in her underwear again. The fact they do this every single time means this is a successful campaign. I like the fact that, in the new one, she’s running around a fairground in her smalls. If she’d tried that in any of the travelling fairs I attended as a child she’d have promptly been dragged off to a dark area behind a lorry by the feral-looking monster who ran the waltzers. Someone should have a word with that naughty French siren - and I’m volunteering.
1.) Confused.com
ARGH. AAAAARGH. AAAAAAAAARGH!
This advert makes me want to kill, maim and die. dot com. Lobotomised spectres walk around a white nothingness.com, containing only badly rendered cardboard-cutouts.com painted by children.com. It makes me confused.com and I can’t bear it. (dot com)
So there we have it. Once again, we see that the adverts we remember are, on the whole, the ones that…
a.) make us want to kill, or
b.) show us perfect-looking ladies running around in their pants.
Tags: ads, Advertisement, Advertising, Commerce, Confused, Confused dot com, Crack, Greggs, Hovis, Marks & Spencer, Myleene Klass, Noemie Lenoir, Subway, Television, TV

October 21, 2008 at 8:38 am
Barry Scott’s haunted my dreams for months now. Told me to microwave my last grandma’s cat last Tuesday, and I did. BANG!, Mopsey went. BANG!
Still, cleaning the mess afterwards was breeze.
October 21, 2008 at 8:39 am
For Christ’s…..
I should really check my comments before sending. Why haven’t I learnt that by now?
October 21, 2008 at 8:51 am
That Greggs one is a tad disturbing. By the end of it, hes sitting in a van, eating a pasty and the the van is rocking as if to suggest that Greggs’ savory goods are tasty enough for a northern working class man to want to fuck. In his van.
Or that the insides of their cheese pasties taste of jizz.
Or both.
October 21, 2008 at 9:08 am
I’ve seen this bloke from the Greggs ad somewhere… He’s got this sort of stupidly smug or smugly stupid look on his face… And he is, like, proper Northern, by gum. Isn’t that what they say up there, where Greggs pasties considered an afrodisiac?
Shit, I can’t remember where I saw him. On telly, but where?
October 21, 2008 at 9:13 am
He’s a comedian. Some kind of stupid unfunny double act…
October 21, 2008 at 9:18 am
That reminds me of a scene in The Wire. A young hopper calls her teacher ‘a cheese faced bitch’.
Apparently this refers to the expression a lady pulls when her mouth fills with sperms following the act of fellatio.
October 21, 2008 at 9:19 am
Who is this greggs man? Anyone fancy finding me a picture?
October 21, 2008 at 9:28 am
I think he might be Peter Kay’s sidekick, whatsisname… Paddy something.
October 21, 2008 at 9:33 am
I like Subway. I like it as in ‘it’s decent enough hangover food’. I love the old adverts more then the new one though. One of them had a bunch of stern looking authoritarian people, a teacher, a gym instructor, a football coach, some parents, looking into the camera and telling the viewer do ‘tidy your room!’ ‘do ten pres ups!’ etc. Then, a subway employee (or ‘sandwich arist’ as they’re known in the company) who says ‘what do you want?’ Then the camera turns to an American teen who looks like he’s just been offered a steak and a blowjob and the teen says ‘Yeah, whatever I want.’
Greggs is mashed pig in pastry. Surely you don’t need to advertise mashed pig in pastry. Along with show business and The Costra Natra, mashed pig in pastry should be recession proof.
October 21, 2008 at 9:33 am
Oh right, the other bouncer. He was good as the other bouncer… since then he stood in for Paul O’Grady. He wasn’t a very good stand in.
October 21, 2008 at 9:34 am
Greggs sell those things called something like “num nums”.
Sweet cream filled dough covered in icing.
I’ve always wanted to try one but haven’t. I fear they would dissapoint me.
October 21, 2008 at 9:36 am
“The expression a lady pulls when her mouth fills with sperms following the act of fellatio.”
*doubts ladies even do that sort of thing*
*goes self conscious*
October 21, 2008 at 9:41 am
Remember the old Spar ads?
‘What have I got, why do I smile anyway?
What have I got that will save the day?’
A noose?
October 21, 2008 at 9:45 am
Everyone knows (and I think I’ve said this before) that the best ad ever was for Crisp and Dry.
What day is it today?
FRIDAY!
That’s my Crisp and Dry day…
Every day can be a Friday when you fry with Crisp and Dry.
October 21, 2008 at 9:45 am
“You stand in a queue and go along on a meet-and-greet with the chain-gang employees” – ha, genuine brilliance.
This becomes even more entertaining in California, where the (mostly Mexican) employees don’t speak a word of English and instead grunt at you.
Subway is amazing.
October 21, 2008 at 9:48 am
CJ – Isn’t that the name of Pamela Anderson in Baywatch?
If so, I’m a big fan.
October 21, 2008 at 9:51 am
‘Crisp n’Dry
Da food stay Crisp n’Dry’
was better than
‘What day is it today?
FRIDAY!
That’s my Crisp and Dry day…
Every day can be a Friday when you fry with Crisp and Dry.’
October 21, 2008 at 9:52 am
Dave – you are too young to remember the ad of which I speak. So that makes you a contrarian.
October 21, 2008 at 9:54 am
“So near, so Spar”
Subway is just bread rolls. Not that exciting.
“Whatever you want, we’ll put it in a bread roll for you as this artistry is beyond you”
October 21, 2008 at 9:54 am
I prefer Shake’n'Vac. Now that was a tune worth dancing to!
Actually, my favourite ad is (was) for RWhite’s Lemonade. You know, I’m a secret lemonade drinker… They don’t make’em like that anymore.
October 21, 2008 at 9:55 am
O, and Chicken Tonight! How could I forget!
*starts dancing like a chicken*
October 21, 2008 at 9:55 am
Sh – No. It’s like your favourite Blue Peter presenter, or Grange Hill theme. That jingle was MY jingle. Old timer.
October 21, 2008 at 9:58 am
Old timer? Insulting me, are you? It’s a bit early for that, but I’m game, you Bradley-Branning moulded, sci-fi berk.
I heard they actually call the Subway Artists ‘Sandwich Technicians’
October 21, 2008 at 10:06 am
‘I’m a secret lemonade drinker….’
Has new connotations today, of course. ‘Water sports’ they call it.
October 21, 2008 at 10:09 am
I have a large collection of old ad mp3s with such hits as “Clunck Click” “Cresta, Frothy man” and “Vapona”
Sad but true…
October 21, 2008 at 10:09 am
Who calls lemonade-drinking a water sport? Are you talking about the sex-people? I must have led a sheltered life…
October 21, 2008 at 10:10 am
And tv themes..
*sobs*
October 21, 2008 at 10:12 am
Nobody calls the act of drinking urine ‘secret lemonade drinking’ apart from Dave. Dave coined that phrase after drinking his own urine because he couldn’t find a willing partner to wee in a cup for him.
He is a disgusting man.
October 21, 2008 at 10:21 am
What I do is attach an ellaborate contraption to womenfolk’s toilets to harness their essence (wee).
Either that or the dog’s.
October 21, 2008 at 10:22 am
Morning all. I remember all these adverts.
October 21, 2008 at 10:27 am
>What I do is attach an ellaborate contraption to womenfolk’s toilets to harness their essence (wee).
Can’t see the point of harnessing it, but harvesting it for some later nefarious use might just be the ticket.
October 21, 2008 at 10:28 am
No. Harness is the righ word. It’s like what those creatures do to the elves in Dark Crystal. Wee is women’s life essence.
October 21, 2008 at 10:36 am
Do you have the TV on when you work, Napoleon? Because I’d swear half of these must be on while I’m at work.
(Morning)
October 21, 2008 at 10:37 am
What is men’s life essence? Could it be…?
October 21, 2008 at 10:38 am
Men’s life essence is poo covered in all spunk.
October 21, 2008 at 10:40 am
They sell them at Greggs don’t they? Washed down with female piss – magic!
October 21, 2008 at 10:40 am
I have it on for The Wright Stuff, and you get a lot of those Greggs adverts on then. This is because The Wright Stuff is watched by scum, and scum eat pasties off of Greggs.
I note you mentioned Spurs’ woes yesterday. What you don’t realise is it was a tactical decision to get triounced by utter shit side Stoke City. Ramos is a fucking genius.
October 21, 2008 at 10:43 am
The Wright Stuff’s classic sick-day TV for me. You’ve just phoned work doing your best impression of someone moribund, you’ve made a brew and you’ve sparked up a fag. Time for duvet, sofa and The Wright Stuff.
They punch above their weight on that show with guests you’re surprised they can afford. You get Brigstocke and Gorman where most shows have a Nolan sister or Gary Wilmott.
October 21, 2008 at 10:44 am
Bill Odie today….
October 21, 2008 at 10:45 am
There you go – cantankerous monkey-man Bill Oddie’s on it today – costs a fortune to prize him away from his hide.
October 21, 2008 at 10:45 am
>Time for duvet, sofa and The Wright Stuff.
What, no wank?! Nah, that’s not for me.
October 21, 2008 at 10:46 am
I’m watching Judge Judy…..
Bliss
October 21, 2008 at 10:47 am
They do get good guests, you’re right. Sadly, they spoil it by having Lowri Turner, that cunt judge off of Strictly Come Dancing and Dr. David Bull on it at the same time. I prefer The One Show, where humiliation is the order of the day, AND you get to salivate over Christine Breetches.
October 21, 2008 at 10:49 am
Everyone seems to hate or at least dislike poor ol’ Bill Oddie, but not me. I think he is a knowledgeable, articulate and – most important of all! – passionate connoisseur and populariser of animal sexuality. We need more people like him.
October 21, 2008 at 10:49 am
I get back from work in good time for The One Show. Breetches is very attractive and, as an unnecessary bonus, slightly dim. This makes her a target for my affections once I’ve offed the wife.
October 21, 2008 at 10:54 am
“>Time for duvet, sofa and The Wright Stuff.
What, no wank?! Nah, that’s not for me.”
let’s not waste spunk in front of wright. no, give your self a treat. pour up a hot bath and lit some candles. maybe even a glass of sparkling white wine. that’s my kind of “sick day wank”
October 21, 2008 at 11:01 am
After I’ve strangled my girlfriend, Breetches will be MINE. I’ll strangle anyone who gets in my way, understand?
October 21, 2008 at 11:03 am
Wanking in a bath is not very esthetically pleasing since you end up covered with stringy strands of gloop. I imagine.
October 21, 2008 at 11:03 am
Cash in th attic! or as some might say Gash…..
October 21, 2008 at 11:05 am
Then you’ll have to strangle me, Napoleon. Good luck – my neck’s thicker than Arnie’s in Commando. And you’ve got girl’s fingers. You ponce.
October 21, 2008 at 11:07 am
1. Your neck’s not that thick, you liar.
2. I have NOT got girl’s fingers. My hands are an exact replica of Soviet iron-man Joe Stalin’s.
3. You look like a parrot.
October 21, 2008 at 11:11 am
1. I admit that it isn’t.
2. I think Joe Stalin’s hands have probably decomposed by now. Are your hands made of dust?
3. You have an enormous nose.
How’s that cold? You ripe for a bit of singing?
October 21, 2008 at 11:12 am
CHIPS GLORIOUS CHIPS! THEY’RE WAFFLIN’ VERSATILE.
October 21, 2008 at 11:13 am
Stalin had tiny hand covered in ginger hair. FACT.
October 21, 2008 at 11:13 am
candles, wine and wank in the bath?
sorry, that’s reserved for women only. especially the candles bit.
October 21, 2008 at 11:14 am
Is sticking a candle up your arse technically wanking, Indy?
In Sweden, maybe.
October 21, 2008 at 11:15 am
Wanking in a bath is not very esthetically pleasing since you end up covered with stringy strands of gloop. I imagine.
‘Jitlers’ is the technical term.
October 21, 2008 at 11:15 am
or a bottle
October 21, 2008 at 11:15 am
‘In Sweden, maybe.’
MAKE HASTE, TO THE LISTMOBILE!
October 21, 2008 at 11:16 am
Jitlers, huh? Thanks! I learn so much on this site.
October 21, 2008 at 11:17 am
I’ve lost my voice completely now. No singing yet, God damn you.
October 21, 2008 at 11:18 am
NC – My sympathies.
Dave – I make the lists.
October 21, 2008 at 11:21 am
They’re all sex mad in Sweden. Meanwhile, in Germany, they’re all NAZIS.
Go on, list me up, Parrot Man.
October 21, 2008 at 11:24 am
That Charlie Booker “Dead Set” starts next week…
Blame it on the boogie by Paedo Jackson was just used as background muzak on Bargain Hunt!
It’s all going on here!!!
October 21, 2008 at 11:25 am
Swedes and Germans are generally exempt.
Haven’t you people read the rules?
If Germans weren’t exempt, I’d be screwed for my upcoming review of The Ruins which features a German man being tortured in a mind-bogglingly hilarious fashion.
October 21, 2008 at 11:25 am
They are all poo-sex mad in Germany. Let’s be properly stereotypical.
October 21, 2008 at 11:28 am
‘If Germans weren’t exempt, I’d be screwed for my upcoming review of The Ruins which features a German man being tortured in a mind-bogglingly hilarious fashion.’
Which, by your rules, would make you SEXIST because you’ve labelled the fact he’s a man as well as a Germaniac.
October 21, 2008 at 11:30 am
Dave – you’re a goon.
And ugly.
October 21, 2008 at 11:31 am
“Is sticking a candle up your arse technically wanking, Indy?”
NO! wanking involves cock and hand. if the candle is lit and you are using it on/in another person it is torture. wanking and torture is not a good combination.
October 21, 2008 at 11:32 am
I win though.
October 21, 2008 at 11:36 am
Dave doesn’t wank in the bath, as his bath contains the body-parts of men he’s picked up along Manchester’s notorious Canal Street. Instead, Dave wanks in his bedroom. In the dark.
October 21, 2008 at 11:38 am
Kath & Kim return next week.
Don’t you love Radio Times day?
October 21, 2008 at 11:39 am
Dave doesn’t wank in the bath, as his bath contains the body-parts of men he’s picked up along Manchester’s notorious Canal Street. Instead, Dave wanks in his bedroom. In the dark.
(with a lit candle up his arse)
October 21, 2008 at 11:39 am
Wanking and torture not a good combination? Oh come come Indy, it’s the 21st century, W&T is the new Anal
October 21, 2008 at 11:41 am
Do it wearing rubber gloves though, is my advice. Not the wanking, the dismembering of Granada script editors. They have the AIDS, as Napoleon well knows. He was caught straddling a vagrant gay outside a train station in Barnstaple.
October 21, 2008 at 11:43 am
There’s a new Anal? What was the old Anal? Was it Anal?
(They don’t like it up ‘em)
October 21, 2008 at 11:49 am
You’re a goon, Dave. Your best friend is a cardboard cut-out Dalek covered in all spunks. YOUR spunks.
October 21, 2008 at 11:54 am
You’re my best friend.
October 21, 2008 at 11:54 am
I’d hate to interrupt a fine conversation on Dave’s sordid bedroom activities, but has anybody been to conservapedia? It’s bloody hilarious.
October 21, 2008 at 11:55 am
NT – Gash in the attic? What with that old boot Lorne Spicer? Good God she be one ugly, palette-faced mutha.
October 21, 2008 at 11:56 am
I’ve just had a look at this conservapedia. Looks promising. Thanks, Ugeine.
October 21, 2008 at 11:58 am
It’s addictive reading. I’ve just combed through the evolution, liberal and atheist articles and there’s an outstanding amount waffle.
October 21, 2008 at 11:58 am
I haven’t seen His Orangeness David Dickinson for, it seems, ages. I am concerned, frankly. Is he well?
October 21, 2008 at 11:58 am
Based on no evidence whatsoever, I know for a FACT Dave diddles kids. It’s disgusting.
I lost my pub quiz yesterday, by the way. Thick as pig shit, me.
October 21, 2008 at 12:00 pm
Conservapedia – my first thought was that it’s a pisstake. But it seems serious enough. Which is hilarious in itself.
Happy reading ahead.
October 21, 2008 at 12:02 pm
I thought that as well CV. Somebody linked from an article in a forum and I thought it was a really well written hoax. Then I wikipediad conservapedia, and it all made horrifying sense.
October 21, 2008 at 12:02 pm
BPP – And you bring young, Eastern Europen girls over to the UK, with promise of a nice job, only to prostitute them, against their will, from your 1983, coffeecolour Sprite caravan.
October 21, 2008 at 12:07 pm
How dare you! I’ve never trafficked a prostitute in my life, you four-eyed goblin. I hope you spent your school days being Chinese burned, monkey-scrubbed and dead-legged, Dave. If I’d been at your school, I’d have jammed a compass into you shoulder on a dily basis, you toadying little oik.
October 21, 2008 at 12:08 pm
That was well spelt. Well done me.
October 21, 2008 at 12:09 pm
I find the Spicer strangly attractive Carry.
I find she has an earthy charm.
October 21, 2008 at 12:12 pm
Define “earthy”, please, Nick.
October 21, 2008 at 12:13 pm
Conservapedia “Biblical Statements Regarding Atheism”
Very very funny
October 21, 2008 at 12:18 pm
In this context Spicer’s earthyness is an honest and down to earth attitude.
She’s not too proud to visit a boot fair and I would imagine (whilst sitting in a bath full of wax, gloves and my own essence) cry joyfully if I was to do the sex on her.
October 21, 2008 at 12:19 pm
Speaking of hilarious religious piss-take, I remember Adam Buxton’s one, when he subtitled Songs of Praise to a brilliant effect. Oh Claude, Serge love, I want a spa from you as I cook beef!..
The cunts. They didn’t commission Buxton’s wonderful MeeBox, but found money for producing that putrid pile of aborted foetuses which is known as Coming of Age. I mean – come on!
Life sux.
October 21, 2008 at 12:21 pm
It’s not the same Spicer who put botox into her flabby face on Channel 4 couple of months back, is it?
October 21, 2008 at 12:22 pm
Piqued and I are cooking up a new sitcom, as it ‘appens. So far, the broken-backed old git has rejected my idea of a kiddie fiddling shopkeeper in favour of a nurse with huge knockers being done up the bum. BBC Three, here we fucking come.
October 21, 2008 at 12:23 pm
They didn’t commission the adam buxton thing in the end? Cunts.
October 21, 2008 at 12:24 pm
>a nurse with huge knockers being done up the bum
while she fiddles kiddies. That would cinch it.
October 21, 2008 at 12:25 pm
I reckon we should call it ‘Nurse My Arse’.
October 21, 2008 at 12:26 pm
Far as I know – they passed on it, Ugeine. And pissed on the viewing public, as far as this viewer is concerned. I personally hate BBC3 commisioners.
October 21, 2008 at 12:26 pm
TV – The kiddie diddlin’ aspect has already been turned down, sadly. Piqued thinks it won’t go down well with the Nazis at the BBC.
October 21, 2008 at 12:28 pm
Communist Jewish Gay Nazis from the BBC, let’s call them by their full title.
October 21, 2008 at 12:31 pm
Ah – so the sitcom’s going fine but my music career’s halted due to some dodgy complaint?
PAH.
October 21, 2008 at 12:34 pm
I can’t watch botox, plastic surgery type things. It gives me the willies.
Not so down to earth then eh?
October 21, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Nobody said you couldn’t join in, Swineshead. The plan is that Piqued, you and I write our way out of the drudgery of our lives, then leave the dregs wot comment on here behind as we embark on a life of luxury in the Caribbean.
Mind you, if I see Piqued in his swimming trunks in Barbados, I’m going to projectile vomit.
October 21, 2008 at 12:35 pm
“Arse my Nurse” surley?
October 21, 2008 at 12:41 pm
Sounds like a plan, NC.
What do we do about our wives?
October 21, 2008 at 12:43 pm
Surely we’re not all dregs – just Dave…
October 21, 2008 at 12:48 pm
The wives? Why, we jettison them as soon as the first cheque’s banked. I’m damned if I’m letting these normal women we’ve saddled ourselves with stand in our way … not when we’ll be famous enough to qualify for shagging the likes of Cheryl Baker, Moira Stewart and Yoko Ono.
October 21, 2008 at 12:49 pm
Can we add Nerys hughes to that list?
October 21, 2008 at 12:52 pm
Of course! And the large-breasted Nurse Gladys Emmanuelle.
October 21, 2008 at 12:52 pm
Anybody who’s reading conservapedia – check The BBC one. It’s great! Apparently the BBC ‘over represents homosexuals’.
Couldn’t be arsed to check it all, but there was at least one full piece of bullshit: it claims the BBC offers no programming in the ‘scots’ language. I assume it means Socttish Gaelic, and I’m pretty sure there’s a Scottish Gaelic radio station
October 21, 2008 at 12:53 pm
Conservapedia’s list of great football players:
David Beckham, Pele, Christiano Ronaldo, Zinedine Zidane
Like literally 6 LOLs or something.
October 21, 2008 at 12:58 pm
Scottish Gaelic only consist of two words, doesn’t it?
Root’n and toot’n (always in that order).
October 21, 2008 at 12:59 pm
Scottish Gaelic only consists of two words, doesn’t it?
Root’n and toot’n (always in that order).
October 21, 2008 at 1:09 pm
You could have a bit where a dog shits up a wall, then the nurse with the big tits comes in, slips on the shit, falls on her arse and her tits pop out. Then the dog could have another shit, or something. They’re funny when they’re having a shit.
October 21, 2008 at 1:15 pm
We’ll need some dialogue.
How about:
Nurse enters room where dog is on mat
Dog: *Farts*
Nurse: Oh you dirty old cunt
(audience laughter)
Dog: Woof
(audience laughter)
Nurse: Don’t you bark at me!
Dog: Woof
(audience laughter)
Nurse: You dirty cunt.
(audience laughter)
Dog shits up a wall.
Dog: Woof
Nurse slips on the shit, falls on her arse.
Her Big tits pop out.
Nurse: Oh! You dirty old cunt, you!
(audience laughter)
Dog has another shit, or something.
(audience laughter – end credits and theme tune – reggae reggae sauce potentially?)
The End
We could put the laughing in at the end.
October 21, 2008 at 1:19 pm
SH – So there’ll be no applause for the nurse with big tits when she enters the room?
Where’s the young Charlie Mingles when we need him…
October 21, 2008 at 1:21 pm
That’s good. It’ll need padding out a bit, mind. How’s about the nurse has a father who doesn’t like the ‘bleedin’ woofters’?
Nurse: Alright, Dad?
Dad: Grrr …
Nurse: What’s the matter?
Dad: I don’t like ‘em!
Nurse: Who?
Dad: The bleedin’ woofters!
(Gales of audience laughter as Dad utters his famous catchphrase)
Nurse: What was that? I’m a bit hard of hearing …
Dad: The bleedin’ woofters!
(Cackles)
ENTER SHITTING DOG
Dog: Christ, I shouldn’t have had that curry last night …
SHITS
Etc.
October 21, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Every time the father says his (famous) catchphrase ‘woofters’ it is immediately picked up on by the dog, who also woofs. So the ‘ters’ of ‘woofters’ is obscured by the dog-woof. See?
This adds to the hysterical sense of chaos.
October 21, 2008 at 1:30 pm
That’s genius. Does the dog do a shit when Dad starts banging on about the bleedin’ woofters?
October 21, 2008 at 1:30 pm
There’s not nearly enough sexual innuendo in this script for my liking. I ask, no, demand, that at one point some innocent part of the conversation is taken the wrong way by an effeminate male cast member. IE: Nurse: ‘I love coffee. I need a long shot of something black in me to get me up in the morning.’ EMCM: ‘Oooooh, I bet!’
Sort it out chaps.
October 21, 2008 at 1:36 pm
Killed that off. Sorry chaps. *hotfoots to conservapedia*
October 21, 2008 at 1:37 pm
Ugeine – if everyone agrees then your hilarious and original black coffee double entendre is IN.
Yes NC, I think the dog should shit pretty much constantly.
October 21, 2008 at 1:40 pm
Ugeine’s idea’s fine by me. You could have the same character say something like,
“Oooh, Mrs. ‘Arris, I love going by train. My favourites are the really long ones that go through tunnels and come out covered in faecal matter.”
I’m not that great at innuendos to be honest.
October 21, 2008 at 1:48 pm
‘Woofter’.
*bark*
Nurse: Ooooh. Give the dog a bone.
Dad: I’d give more than the dog a bone! Wehay!
Nurse: Sorry?
Dad: I said, I’d give more than the dog a bone! Wehay!
Nurse: But I’m your daughter.
Dad: What?
Nurse: That’s right.
Dad: Who established that then?
Nurse: Napoleon, I think. He named you ‘Dad’ in the script, so I just assumed…
Dad: WWWWWHHHHHHHHYYYYY!!!!!!!
*dog shits on floor*
October 21, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Dave – that was homophobic.
*list*
October 21, 2008 at 1:50 pm
Our innocent sitcom is soiled by a goonish Manchester bumpkin. Thanks, Dave.
October 21, 2008 at 1:53 pm
YAY!
October 21, 2008 at 1:56 pm
NP: I was only able to craft such a fine innuendo through years of painstaking research into the actions of effeminate males. It’s an art form really. The last one took me about 8 months to write, I’m currently trying work out sausages can be used in a sexual context. It’s going to be tough, but it’s what I live for.
October 21, 2008 at 3:53 pm
‘Woofter’ is very chucklesome indeed. Dave, you have a gift and your talents are going unrecognised in that call centre.