tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11049490279613102742024-02-07T03:05:37.636+00:00ad nauseamJonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-4190165686245928772009-06-08T12:21:00.018+01:002009-06-08T22:33:57.346+01:00Selly Park Deli fight back against the loosersHey. How's it going. Had a good nine months?<br /><br />Never let it be said that I don't take criticism on board. To this end, here's a nice email I received this morning, presumably from Selly Park Deli, star of previous posts <a href="http://adnauseamblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/selly-park-deli-arent-helping.html">here</a> and <a href="http://adnauseamblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/selly-deli-result.html">here</a>.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN -</span><br /><br />I am quite disgusted that you should open a forum, and encourage people to scandalise companies who are working to make a living . Therefore allowing loosers that have nothing better to do than criticise.<br />Selly park deli is a family run business. During the times of recession you have encouraged people to slander small independent british run stores.<br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">WELL DONE!</span></blockquote><br />In my defence, I encouraged people to slander small independent British-run stores a few months <span style="font-style:italic;">before</span> the recession. Consequently I'd like at least part of the credit for kicking the whole thing off. Anyway, although "slander" generally has to be untrue, and it's not like any of their customers would see my blog in a million years, I do genuinely feel slightly bad for picking on a small, honest, family-owned cafe.<br /><br />Sorry, did I say honest?<br /><br />In a stupendous coincidence (particularly on a morning I was only viewed by one reader), within minutes my original post got its first comment in over a year:<br /><br /><blockquote>Selly park deli:<br /><br />Went in a few weeks ago> I must say it was nothing what I was expecting, the food is proper fresh. I was quite impressed with the price actually if i were to do a comparison against Subway, I would say the deli would win definately against quality and price. (John)</blockquote><br />I guess we'd all <span style="font-style:italic;">like</span> to have real satisfied customers, just like real photos of our own sandwiches. But in times of recession you have to make do, right?Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-44579653704675128992008-08-26T11:52:00.008+01:002009-02-25T18:58:04.838+00:00Powerade: perks you up like a bicycle seat to the bare crotch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvjm733XgjbzoPjE7qJR3SgEw57QrfedrILbiqhDpNh8vfD-Si9l82AInRkFyZ86s3S8-PwHaXhDISthAfFLLktPl6nwjJVg4WPdy7X5YhyQ0TR1f0oZvkpSBoPMHtCuZavm5S-FGz_ji/s1600-h/powerade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvjm733XgjbzoPjE7qJR3SgEw57QrfedrILbiqhDpNh8vfD-Si9l82AInRkFyZ86s3S8-PwHaXhDISthAfFLLktPl6nwjJVg4WPdy7X5YhyQ0TR1f0oZvkpSBoPMHtCuZavm5S-FGz_ji/s400/powerade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238777783494067778" border="0" /></a>Nono, sweetie, we need you <span style="font-style: italic;">naked</span> on the bike. Why? To show the importance of your "inner qualities". No, honey, not your grit and determination. Your tits.<br /><br />All your teammates have done it, sweetcakes. Are you gonna let the team down? I thought not. Now peel off that lycra.Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-41810917167911471722008-08-11T02:48:00.009+01:002008-08-11T03:32:20.942+01:00I am who I am because of OrangeHaving trouble finding yourself? Orange have a bit of mawkish guff to help you out.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1hhN-hy66c&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1hhN-hy66c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Like anyone in a good bout of self-discovery, our narrator is clearly stoned. It's like, we've all got a cosmic connection, you know? Everyone who's touched me is a little part of me! I am the binman I see every Tuesday. I am my old school friends who won't add me on Facebook. I am this hazy room of sleeping or uninterested strangers. Can you feel it?Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-21861996917524484572008-08-07T21:34:00.002+01:002008-08-07T21:39:52.424+01:00Start small with LighterLife<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYD4Mc4JBNfPfvy_H2izk49z2OS8yq-M3Pbe8072nrCVTpTVBztmgFK2enkucx0ZDA969_6hvsiE-U4P1_3V9aeFHWUQ9ycXQsdqa8I8FBbv5ORpd1KXfrF-PJLFzlMHvbdEYPheB9x6W/s1600-h/lighterlife.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYD4Mc4JBNfPfvy_H2izk49z2OS8yq-M3Pbe8072nrCVTpTVBztmgFK2enkucx0ZDA969_6hvsiE-U4P1_3V9aeFHWUQ9ycXQsdqa8I8FBbv5ORpd1KXfrF-PJLFzlMHvbdEYPheB9x6W/s400/lighterlife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231877352162112610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span> Way</span> small. Because as everyone knows, you can't run before you can walk. And you can't train for a marathon before you can... fit on a rollercoaster?Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-47207866396482762262008-08-05T15:40:00.005+01:002008-08-05T15:49:02.007+01:00From a less health-conscious age...Just for a change, here's something I love. My local off-license has a way healthier line on alcohol than the <a href="http://adnauseamblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/learn-your-123s-with-nhs.html">NHS</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zovPJSCqr9YIDum8ZiFPlALzOhODTdUZNbos3na_Q_alO5Ch4VEbIMR9B1KYKydDjhDzKvOte5pBfYdj2t-Y5tRwjPSRRWJaAEZqW7aIgmkfTDldLiz4lis_62gocJXpsfY08z2JEceW/s1600-h/timeforadrink.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zovPJSCqr9YIDum8ZiFPlALzOhODTdUZNbos3na_Q_alO5Ch4VEbIMR9B1KYKydDjhDzKvOte5pBfYdj2t-Y5tRwjPSRRWJaAEZqW7aIgmkfTDldLiz4lis_62gocJXpsfY08z2JEceW/s400/timeforadrink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231044577408459874" border="0" /></a>7? 8? 9am? It's always time for a drink!<br /><br />I need that clock for my room.Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-48770146465445547002008-08-04T00:59:00.002+01:002008-08-04T01:17:40.700+01:00Eyes, the window to the soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bB16KBhSeseYOiJ6lXABtgQkwqq5u77OIN5BbtA1zg0Er-IRebFugdMjfBCMVHZ2R7BcMpNNGHRtdquN-URVFV4N1pX1xAZgXow-g1gv-0O1d3UhXjjtxLoOXHWOTKUtiR40BS68aYA0/s1600-h/seesomething.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bB16KBhSeseYOiJ6lXABtgQkwqq5u77OIN5BbtA1zg0Er-IRebFugdMjfBCMVHZ2R7BcMpNNGHRtdquN-URVFV4N1pX1xAZgXow-g1gv-0O1d3UhXjjtxLoOXHWOTKUtiR40BS68aYA0/s400/seesomething.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230445657161353074" border="0" /></a>Five dutiful bus travellers can clearly spot nothing more unsavoury than the gently passing scenery and stumbling old ladies. The unfortunate girl at the bottom left has just been witness to a man devouring his own face.<br /><br />Think they have these in <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/aug/01/canada">Canada</a>?Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-24936342993369162242008-08-01T20:29:00.003+01:002008-08-01T20:44:26.754+01:00Rorschach testLook at this sign. What do you see?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtNA0k0iRLWM4hiH94ZgimZpJ7QUm-eiFbg3Yo2Yu0NL-ifQ21iCpABvRT7H53zpDw54Q_PwJfcsSkYKUjavEgn55g6xvOO7My1bMJMV0d8CicW0GOR_YGcFyai0TwL7Tb68IjKU20o6e/s1600-h/mysterysign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtNA0k0iRLWM4hiH94ZgimZpJ7QUm-eiFbg3Yo2Yu0NL-ifQ21iCpABvRT7H53zpDw54Q_PwJfcsSkYKUjavEgn55g6xvOO7My1bMJMV0d8CicW0GOR_YGcFyai0TwL7Tb68IjKU20o6e/s400/mysterysign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229634717390066034" border="0" /></a>Or, to put it another way, what kind of business might hoist this emblem onto their establishment?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtNA0k0iRLWM4hiH94ZgimZpJ7QUm-eiFbg3Yo2Yu0NL-ifQ21iCpABvRT7H53zpDw54Q_PwJfcsSkYKUjavEgn55g6xvOO7My1bMJMV0d8CicW0GOR_YGcFyai0TwL7Tb68IjKU20o6e/s1600-h/mysterysign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtNA0k0iRLWM4hiH94ZgimZpJ7QUm-eiFbg3Yo2Yu0NL-ifQ21iCpABvRT7H53zpDw54Q_PwJfcsSkYKUjavEgn55g6xvOO7My1bMJMV0d8CicW0GOR_YGcFyai0TwL7Tb68IjKU20o6e/s400/mysterysign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229634717390066034" border="0" /></a>If your answers involved upturned buttocks or geysers of semen, I have to disappoint you. Inexplicably, it's a furniture shop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQVGZ9RHNl8Yo2fIhs-WjQOfru4Pr86ZpkWCE86JMcHU8pK9Hfv3ER94fbX3Zk8M5v7P-9AiS3mbUZlV5vt5Kgp2jp_5CZHFhIVlaa6W_v3ZpFoiOuZTw4XFetSgP79QDElEOpOs8SAcC/s1600-h/sweetstone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQVGZ9RHNl8Yo2fIhs-WjQOfru4Pr86ZpkWCE86JMcHU8pK9Hfv3ER94fbX3Zk8M5v7P-9AiS3mbUZlV5vt5Kgp2jp_5CZHFhIVlaa6W_v3ZpFoiOuZTw4XFetSgP79QDElEOpOs8SAcC/s400/sweetstone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229637036039945842" border="0" /></a>I don't know.Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-43643828631467142152008-07-31T17:42:00.008+01:002008-07-31T18:20:59.811+01:00Knock-off Nigel: assault your local file-sharer today!"Surely you've got something to say about those Knock-off Nigel adverts?", enquires Sammy. "Too easy?" Actually, not having seen much TV for a while, I just wasn't aware that it'd turned into a little series. For those out of the loop, after the abject failure of the "you wouldn't steal a car" style of anti-piracy ads, they're now trying to stir up a bit of peer pressure. The kind of man who downloads movies, concludes a taunting pack of colleagues, is probably the same guy who steals their money and eats their food:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlhdK5Yl8u0&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlhdK5Yl8u0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Assuming that charming shot at social engineering gave you the same grim sickness in the pit of your stomach it gave me, all I'll say is that the stumbling block it might fall at is people's failure to give a flying fuck whether their workmates download films or not. If they do, hopefully it's not passionately enough to form a baying mob around his desk. Although, if you need that extra push, the <a href="http://www.knockoffornot.com/">website</a> has a host of tools to whip you up into a Nigel-bashing frenzy. Including, believe it or not, a little game where you can hurl objects at one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3d5ugbMRLhiP5eb1UpT5D7SS7DGmfxTkPa8_kJGiHGFvltqOZLfDIPvm7HZM-ixfGDF5z5lH37TQA9TzwFx8vveLTXkU-k0Skf-hK5Q6JnQcSV9eRMDrAXhjXQV9NJu_rs2MnKC7Pelo-/s1600-h/peltnigel.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3d5ugbMRLhiP5eb1UpT5D7SS7DGmfxTkPa8_kJGiHGFvltqOZLfDIPvm7HZM-ixfGDF5z5lH37TQA9TzwFx8vveLTXkU-k0Skf-hK5Q6JnQcSV9eRMDrAXhjXQV9NJu_rs2MnKC7Pelo-/s400/peltnigel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229227878770298930" border="0" /></a>Burn the witch!Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-47202969673790801192008-07-30T02:40:00.010+01:002008-07-30T03:26:52.707+01:00Allinson: nothing but flour, yeast and drivel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIL0l9k-APwK2QszyKQop5ROOZYx2Ww7zjvXlR7LAfO33rBcemc-jI_E1m5X0T5wGeZPv6OkdV7eJiGd6Gg3HwrG-W8BQdPUuBccAEf3pDVVX_eyOuPptblJGWtMIf8RtNZcuwOt89U9Y/s1600-h/allinson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIL0l9k-APwK2QszyKQop5ROOZYx2Ww7zjvXlR7LAfO33rBcemc-jI_E1m5X0T5wGeZPv6OkdV7eJiGd6Gg3HwrG-W8BQdPUuBccAEf3pDVVX_eyOuPptblJGWtMIf8RtNZcuwOt89U9Y/s400/allinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228619385746106290" border="0" /></a>Allied Bakeries have announced a major recall of Allinson bread after fears that certain loaves were contaminated with hate and despair. "While Wholemeal Batch's most important ingredient is our family's century-old baking passion, the factory environment may also contain traces of horror, anger and stinging regret," explained a spokesperson. "Customers experiencing unwanted alienation or gentle waves of ennui should return the product to their supermarket and will receive a full refund."Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-1965934228490276382008-07-28T15:32:00.003+01:002008-07-28T15:51:38.640+01:00Burger King's inspiration is running low<a href="http://procrastinationathon.blogspot.com/">Amy</a> implores me to spot the difference:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rukwTl37SUg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rukwTl37SUg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zn8zLonhA5E&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zn8zLonhA5E&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Don't worry, we can reconcile this. Clearly, Burger King's master chefs were <span style="font-style: italic;">first</span> inspired to add black pepper and a new sauce to the Whopper by an awe-struck viewing of Spider-Man 3 one balmy night in 2007 (funnily enough, a film that only inspired me to get the hell out of the cinema). But a year later, deeply touched by the new Batman, they called head office and demanded its re-release. Those artists!Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-79758214517930828742008-07-25T16:18:00.001+01:002008-07-25T16:19:41.934+01:00Skyy: serving suggestion only<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsSAAcPj6QMQvLgs4R-xLFFmGlMJoaK9q1d434t25kJLdB6a0mjudSnMsK_dkfKBA4d8B4oBSfRJ6CmtTM6v7tqZb18uscdgwvKB3NyvrSm3YcU-juyXQb_cXBQpJTvjAomxm1b2Js6Yk/s1600-h/skyyvodka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsSAAcPj6QMQvLgs4R-xLFFmGlMJoaK9q1d434t25kJLdB6a0mjudSnMsK_dkfKBA4d8B4oBSfRJ6CmtTM6v7tqZb18uscdgwvKB3NyvrSm3YcU-juyXQb_cXBQpJTvjAomxm1b2Js6Yk/s400/skyyvodka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226971435303905154" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="postbody">From: <a href="mailto:ceo@skyy.com">ceo@skyy.com</a><br />To: <a href="mailto:office@brightideasadvertising.com">office@brightideasadvertising.com</a><br />Subject: Re: poster campaign<br /><br />Okay Tim, not gonna meddle - you've got your job and I've got mine! - but I thought I'd just give you an idea of the look we're after. The key words are sophistication, luxury and elegance. Skyy needs to be showcased as the only choice for the discerning modern urbanite, associated with an aspirational lifestyle, etc etc. Also, if possible, we'd like a lot of thigh. You know, on some sultry model with a ridiculously photoshopped waist. Have her standing in front of the vodka drinker parting her legs like the rest of his aperitif lies somewhere in her crotch. "Best served with vagina" was bandied around the office.<br /><br />And if the man could be sitting in one of those awesome egg chairs from the 90s, that'd be perfect. Anyway, I'll leave the rest to you. See you at the pitch on Friday!</span>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358039885460863742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-79899968780175772412008-07-23T21:58:00.001+01:002008-07-23T21:59:45.612+01:00Sunday Times: it's you, but a newspaper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcnCg4yUEIGsB6wAl0VAKhmAZNT6wibLQQBxny9GPZSMOrrkIGIQCL65sT_f7x0fvGdl1aGTdWcZIYt_3snn-QhsNeZ31QMJjhgCdzHSIYZYn3931Agmi8AROEw5cyal0PdnN4J5MlLqM-/s1600-h/times.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcnCg4yUEIGsB6wAl0VAKhmAZNT6wibLQQBxny9GPZSMOrrkIGIQCL65sT_f7x0fvGdl1aGTdWcZIYt_3snn-QhsNeZ31QMJjhgCdzHSIYZYn3931Agmi8AROEw5cyal0PdnN4J5MlLqM-/s400/times.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226317045279769138" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="postbody"><br />Jesus, I hope I can't be comprehensively summed up by my choice of Sunday broadsheet. And imagine if it was the Times! I guess this could be the launch of their new "dark sexual fantasies" and "obsessive compulsive tendencies" supplements. </span>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358039885460863742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-34725895123404397742008-07-22T20:19:00.003+01:002008-07-22T20:20:49.993+01:00Mazda rejig the conventional week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibS8lWCLtirM9jIZxHd8pNGkJTLFRWRLk8mCwSUgX1wlnaZZeedT86C0LrUAoHCk5oE_Z9cOIvhVetbSC97IBDTfWqX1T4_gvWLYBA7RYEgjV8q6hjtQCXm1VbQH8k5tLyFk5g_BW9lhOE/s1600-h/mazda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibS8lWCLtirM9jIZxHd8pNGkJTLFRWRLk8mCwSUgX1wlnaZZeedT86C0LrUAoHCk5oE_Z9cOIvhVetbSC97IBDTfWqX1T4_gvWLYBA7RYEgjV8q6hjtQCXm1VbQH8k5tLyFk5g_BW9lhOE/s400/mazda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225920340847253442" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="postbody">You know what, Mazda? I'd love to. That's what I always wanted. That's what I dreamt of when I traced my finger down your curves in the magazine and swore you'd be mine.<br /><br />But Mazda, they wouldn't give you to me free. They wanted money. Thousands of pounds, Mazda. What could I do? I only had one choice. I sought a high-powered career in auditing.<br /><br />So there you are, Mazda, sitting in my drive, but I'm not with you, am I? I'm slumped in the office knocking back Pro Plus and finalising the details of the latest account. And Sunday? Don't make me fucking laugh, Mazda. Sunday I'm preparing that report for management.<br /><br />Of course I could have roared off into the sunset with you, Mazda, if I'd had a day off in the last six years. But I'd probably just have caught up on sleep. That's all I really look forward to now. I know you understand.<br /></span>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04358039885460863742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-92074978484315469322008-07-21T01:00:00.004+01:002008-07-21T02:30:52.209+01:00Birmingham thanks you for committing less crime<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMRjOmjHLLL4OTqkc4VNxPGajDR9T4wo4ytyU3GXlaiASePncQBVFs4Wx0ZQADpOfKEua2w-zC66dgadkxYavR1TxqVJcEyxl0HsgczE-kskKTrZIEe7f_CixOMI7KIPLnwx_Bf5hRkFP/s1600-h/crimes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMRjOmjHLLL4OTqkc4VNxPGajDR9T4wo4ytyU3GXlaiASePncQBVFs4Wx0ZQADpOfKEua2w-zC66dgadkxYavR1TxqVJcEyxl0HsgczE-kskKTrZIEe7f_CixOMI7KIPLnwx_Bf5hRkFP/s400/crimes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225250577125734018" border="0" /></a>Hey, no problem. I just cut back on the armed robbery and let a couple of drug mules go. It was more the credit crunch than a sense of social responsibility, but it's always nice to get some recognition.Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-31755609815450180942008-07-17T20:52:00.007+01:002008-07-18T02:40:51.769+01:00Your local canal: it's a long stone thing with water in it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLl93BQ8cEmY6FIZwtiCAzW521VKrq2OcpBHoOuW7APAHBy0jxtyhsbriqhWD4wR0HMwdv-Y5xxw8IyuexrK2MZPDgPRpo1WU7mI3-v-Sxg-jdYvvyrbUpAyJX9_H-A59J6haKK6y28XpL/s1600-h/canal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLl93BQ8cEmY6FIZwtiCAzW521VKrq2OcpBHoOuW7APAHBy0jxtyhsbriqhWD4wR0HMwdv-Y5xxw8IyuexrK2MZPDgPRpo1WU7mI3-v-Sxg-jdYvvyrbUpAyJX9_H-A59J6haKK6y28XpL/s400/canal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224073334659974242" border="0" /></a>Yep, you read it right. Canal. Everyone's favourite artificial waterways are being ubiquitously marketed nationwide, and in case you were wondering, your local canal is also "a open air gym", "an open air library", "a shortcut to work", "a proper lunch break" and (ugh) "a chill out zone" (more can be found in a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pGGYDU1ZKE">sickening video</a>). Not yet mentioned, but surely in the running, must be "a free wash", "an open air urinal" and "your own secret cemetery". And by the looks of things, somewhere to sleaze over the two youngest pieces of ass in the office and be oblivious to their unsubtle "eww" faces.Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-30306923636289572962008-07-15T21:35:00.011+01:002008-07-17T12:31:07.542+01:00Quick fixOur <a href="http://adnauseamblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-cause.html">old friends</a> have outwitted the authorities once again...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcEKgjKv_tLgm_5JRASAFcUFrev6qsAYeNAPKrWHUhabDwaOLldbkmt9Ub5e8wDzqDjKT93tj2J6HKKvNxIzdfzTxf29Mdhw4hBxU6a7xhZzhkgX2RucDbqbtse-kzQ8oxLaxdeBmWs1n/s1600-h/quick-fix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcEKgjKv_tLgm_5JRASAFcUFrev6qsAYeNAPKrWHUhabDwaOLldbkmt9Ub5e8wDzqDjKT93tj2J6HKKvNxIzdfzTxf29Mdhw4hBxU6a7xhZzhkgX2RucDbqbtse-kzQ8oxLaxdeBmWs1n/s400/quick-fix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223345522929062722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghot1N80VpnytDNzkEFu26IBcK3-ZmLLMI66_dEgPgVSGugDYRjCgeh9jd0giClsYQOfbS_doraJHj5HduhjxphMd_NmERtbQ6DV2qA_LDMOCl6YTDM6eaQ5SOrZhoIUM23uvz6tDdDfAY/s1600-h/quickfix.jpg"><br /></a>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-48479159746647292172008-07-14T19:58:00.007+01:002008-07-14T20:31:53.336+01:00Cargiant: like a functional relationship, but better<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMSR-QEk4AT5Je6C3kidPBIZLOFx1z09_2qQqIRuC6MO-Y8aT98O8RxGmd2bU_HNukbnrMPrAqaiQucUjZVGvmYSetXPtIelajJcppoV6C7p-1vr5NLDU2hrp3sM9219xNcA96u-olyhZ/s1600-h/cargiant.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMSR-QEk4AT5Je6C3kidPBIZLOFx1z09_2qQqIRuC6MO-Y8aT98O8RxGmd2bU_HNukbnrMPrAqaiQucUjZVGvmYSetXPtIelajJcppoV6C7p-1vr5NLDU2hrp3sM9219xNcA96u-olyhZ/s400/cargiant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222947757738800322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Click to read the full story, girls, and prepare to relate! The women I know just can't shut <span style="font-style: italic;">up</span> about their boyfriend's need for TCS. Frankly they're just crying out to buy a car to piss him off, and I think we've found just the place. Girl power.<br /><br />Incidentally, if your customer has this face when you hand over the keys, it's probably irresponsible to let them behind the wheel.<br /><br />But what's this?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXBseq5PyhlQn790to-5Jc195Va-0rvPJ9_IEYedPap8H3BBw0c2F3ViphoDIUS4HjOXLpTR8CbefzlpNYXXHFP8rZXdFg6cbHJJqfe8EYULUcbiNto4D9G403MATee5HHx5kkFlJpeYQ/s1600-h/cargiant2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXBseq5PyhlQn790to-5Jc195Va-0rvPJ9_IEYedPap8H3BBw0c2F3ViphoDIUS4HjOXLpTR8CbefzlpNYXXHFP8rZXdFg6cbHJJqfe8EYULUcbiNto4D9G403MATee5HHx5kkFlJpeYQ/s400/cargiant2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222950336810244098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Blessed be! Men, too, can strike a blow for independence with a quick swing by the car showroom. Not to mention shut those sodding kids up -- "Look at this, daddy! Read me a story, daddy! You're strapping me in too tight, daddy! Why are you buying another car, daddy?" -- and rub it in the wizened old face of your mother in law. Hey, why not run over your annoying colleague's dog on the way back? And make a few dents in your unrequited high school crush's convertible? Guess who has the long face now, bitch!Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-1110007655363915822008-07-12T21:02:00.006+01:002008-07-14T14:07:42.666+01:00Unfortunate product placement, part 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Dc9k8ejrL47PkLzYDpac4M4th1TQDy61chl-5Pw9Os7bLAoaQVDgoG4M0TuzDfE0J3p0vBUTvf5T5usgdeuyAthJg14xIiNXMpKCZljN8TObMf4v2TlWw3NBCqDd_JFCbbPsYdKIubtO/s1600-h/salvesen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222225777952330674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Dc9k8ejrL47PkLzYDpac4M4th1TQDy61chl-5Pw9Os7bLAoaQVDgoG4M0TuzDfE0J3p0vBUTvf5T5usgdeuyAthJg14xIiNXMpKCZljN8TObMf4v2TlWw3NBCqDd_JFCbbPsYdKIubtO/s400/salvesen.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWMq7fEAUQGGyyVyuAU-CWaFCUktodLBlHnKLL_AeHRDMxcASLJq-lc0-LRhosS0hic_hZMKiZNSqPm-Ufngrgtm9nbQdZKcDfyD725XZcCF6-BLOjO93o7VHusiKFZYfIoNTFGGx15o0/s1600-h/salveroad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222222208337935906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWMq7fEAUQGGyyVyuAU-CWaFCUktodLBlHnKLL_AeHRDMxcASLJq-lc0-LRhosS0hic_hZMKiZNSqPm-Ufngrgtm9nbQdZKcDfyD725XZcCF6-BLOjO93o7VHusiKFZYfIoNTFGGx15o0/s400/salveroad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And, apparently, across the opposing lane.Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-9237942478869612402008-07-11T20:31:00.006+01:002008-07-11T21:03:52.931+01:00Another Sky+ strumpet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8s0yYtnuPjpu17_ItJrGAP7NgZ85-IDicqgch6hBonsR2-Usaa3vaPtCwVXeMNah9YnqP1X0WFiQYT77hlW_8mmvwrnYuZMljv31v1sPwWEZeLjsb2SdFPT83O2tJQytWVeALqIJLbIIX/s1600-h/kellybrook.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8s0yYtnuPjpu17_ItJrGAP7NgZ85-IDicqgch6hBonsR2-Usaa3vaPtCwVXeMNah9YnqP1X0WFiQYT77hlW_8mmvwrnYuZMljv31v1sPwWEZeLjsb2SdFPT83O2tJQytWVeALqIJLbIIX/s400/kellybrook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221841743213688018" border="0" /></a>Maybe it's unfair to suggest that Kelly Brook wouldn't know quality if it teabagged her singing the national anthem, because these "quotes" were clearly randomly assigned to whatever celebs they could get their hands on. Poor Kelly probably thought the photoshoot was for <span style="font-style: italic;">OK! </span>Perhaps she still does.Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-6323744195213810612008-07-11T02:49:00.005+01:002008-07-11T03:37:28.288+01:00Quizno's unconvincing FAQs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghU4_7cbBnFcyDQadrUg6uIztXV8ql-9X7RqQrsnl4DsqVkXQr1cJNBKoWP1y43Y9yauLso2eqPIUzutwh3wuibFLO8e9zIyLY6ODK6WoO8L-D3FBBYETOtsqg05Y-kgSijcLgde5pndJG/s1600-h/quizno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghU4_7cbBnFcyDQadrUg6uIztXV8ql-9X7RqQrsnl4DsqVkXQr1cJNBKoWP1y43Y9yauLso2eqPIUzutwh3wuibFLO8e9zIyLY6ODK6WoO8L-D3FBBYETOtsqg05Y-kgSijcLgde5pndJG/s400/quizno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221567981992287554" border="0" /></a>In the opening scene of Quizno's: the Movie, a smug reporter raises his hand and asks this question. The assembled press gasp at the CEO's brave, wise-cracking reply, then slowly rise to their feet and roar their approval.<br /><br />Your guess is as good as mine as to what "processed cheese food" is, though. "Food" with "processed cheese", maybe?Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-11427366595266551682008-07-07T13:19:00.005+01:002008-07-07T13:44:21.746+01:00Vaseline: for your ball grip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/adnauseamblog/vaseline.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/adnauseamblog/vaseline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>If rugby players aren't up to the task of de-gaying Vaseline, no-one is. Hey, they're not sissies! They just need it to keep their big rugby-playing hands strong and resilient and silky smooth to the touch. Not for the post-match fun and games.<br /><br /><span style="color:#736f6e;">Technorati tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/vaseline" rel="tag">Vaseline</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/rugby" rel="tag">rugby</a></span>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-14544973200193812762008-07-04T10:30:00.006+01:002008-07-30T14:01:44.430+01:00Tan! for the vitaminsNow we know sunbeds increase your risk of every kind of skin cancer, you'd be forgiven for thinking that attempts to sell them on their health benefits might be getting...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNksgdwreya2eVgbMYTLxJClGikHuECrccy8yI7FAu_M2VB82joHF2NNtez4wEX2Md_rBxhPwq78yV9AtqH1EQbd-cKhZp5p-r2vOmhiBr8dP3xjK3hb9lkTx1Yqps4VuJzaK7F47asXG/s1600-h/tanning2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNksgdwreya2eVgbMYTLxJClGikHuECrccy8yI7FAu_M2VB82joHF2NNtez4wEX2Md_rBxhPwq78yV9AtqH1EQbd-cKhZp5p-r2vOmhiBr8dP3xjK3hb9lkTx1Yqps4VuJzaK7F47asXG/s400/tanning2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228791443856659042" border="0" /></a>Tenuous?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(115, 111, 110);">Technorati tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/tanning" rel="tag">tanning</a></span>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-75153505152375630842008-07-01T19:36:00.005+01:002008-07-01T20:07:49.643+01:00McCoy's encapsulate the modern maleWhat do you do when the focus groups tell you the lucrative "heterotard" demographic is abandoning your pub snack in favour of peanuts, pork scratchings and aggravated assault?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3_nj4-mN90&hl=en"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3_nj4-mN90&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tO2-VO8b-ns&hl=en"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tO2-VO8b-ns&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I just couldn't relate more, right guys? I wish anyone who crossed the boundaries of homogeneous macho culture could just be swiftly sucked out of the pub before I had to kick the shit out of them. It'd save me a fuckload in court costs.<br /><br />Thanks to <a href="http://ruffhousing.blogspot.com/">Ruffhousing</a>!<br /><br /><span style="color:#736f6e;">Technorati tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mccoy's" rel="tag">Mccoy's</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/man+crisps" rel="tag">man crisps</a></span>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-23332871082097931462008-06-29T19:24:00.008+01:002008-06-30T13:45:13.136+01:00Let no-one call evangelists cultural opportunistsThis was pressed into my hands on New Street yesterday. It's almost like they knew.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217378392512515202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu2PYl7B8UE8ljr5yN_NFJ317CxMBCNGOiUdgNL9w155uiaef3SmGMTLsVOwsTlHiVl90ksZ-aI7odhVm-gJ2XY4O8SDK4khF8CGvAu-htZ_qYKmY5kNOeS55BD0yXm6b3q_2Eeoe-4OHz/s400/recycle.jpg" border="0" />Huh. See, I've just been collecting tins and plastic bottles. Turns out I should have been bagging up my lost, lonely and weak too. Why didn't the council say anything?<br /><br />But the metaphor isn't done yet:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcPO2qb6roGRfvFGx4eu838bkCSX7OQmi0hplXJq6KmIlVAanYoNBaP8Oa0yflLGgewxwlG1JYK99Yns_GgxqEHJxCb3A_68NF6Hd6QnzWScP3Al2kAfhSJXXfHK_oG-A5NlZkCZBcOH4/s1600-h/recycle2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217378955776133842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcPO2qb6roGRfvFGx4eu838bkCSX7OQmi0hplXJq6KmIlVAanYoNBaP8Oa0yflLGgewxwlG1JYK99Yns_GgxqEHJxCb3A_68NF6Hd6QnzWScP3Al2kAfhSJXXfHK_oG-A5NlZkCZBcOH4/s400/recycle2.jpg" border="0" /></a>It's kind of sweet how they've lowered their aim to somewhere just south of recycling in your daily priorities. Like, after you're done at the bottle bank, maybe give some thought to your mortal soul?<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(115,111,110)">Technorati tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/evangelists" rel="tag">evangelists</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/recycle" rel="tag">recycle</a></span>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1104949027961310274.post-88828136507650310602008-06-28T01:11:00.005+01:002008-06-28T02:03:54.008+01:00Mariella joins the Sky+ posse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitG9ZlKCVAL884CQ2MWBXqfBOhMcEXRKJfWyXuYDVsbYsiSC3QZiKwUv408uHgaVAWMair7iSqS31aIN63Hp2R9CgBvZSELZj1PQA14dQRwMI5Y_tzLVLN9hN_YEESawFBND8KQayPWgAW/s1600-h/frostrup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitG9ZlKCVAL884CQ2MWBXqfBOhMcEXRKJfWyXuYDVsbYsiSC3QZiKwUv408uHgaVAWMair7iSqS31aIN63Hp2R9CgBvZSELZj1PQA14dQRwMI5Y_tzLVLN9hN_YEESawFBND8KQayPWgAW/s400/frostrup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216718776156262098" border="0" /></a>First <a href="http://adnauseamblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/sky-plus-why-wait-till-old-age.html">Parkinson</a>, now Frostrup, and if you're not familiar with your British media celebrities, the first thing you'll notice about their glamorous lifestyles is just how much they slob around in front of the TV. Take Mariella here, who couldn't even keep track of her gruelling 10 hour viewing routine without a set top box. Now, though, the poor love can sit down any time of day and catch up on every last minute of Cash in the Attic, Doctors and Flog It!. She doesn't even have to worry that Deal or No Deal clashes with Ready Steady Cook. And if that isn't the high life, I dunno what is.<br /><br /><span style="color:#736f6e;">Technorati tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mariella+frostrup" rel="tag">Mariella Frostrup</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sky+plus" rel="tag">Sky Plus</a></span>Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13406753353958542521noreply@blogger.com3