The wonderful world of Rik ‘Ranting’ Harris

Again…. its an advert that has driven me to blogging. This time however i believe the subject matter will be hard to top. Periods are one of the things that happen, we all know it happens, but we don’t need nor want to be reminded of it. Women bleeding from their lady garden to wash away unwanted / unused eggs. Dried, dirty blood mashed up in sweaty pubic hair and left to ‘bond’ for a few hours. Thanks for that image whilst I watch prime time TV and tuck into my mash and tomato sauce. Women need sanitary towels. Selling them must be the easiest job in the world.

If your a woman and you don’t have one of these devices you will simply leak out of your front bottom and onto whatever surface you happen to be standing over at the time, right? - So its within your interest to go LOOKING for these products. Advertiser’s don’t need to come looking for you. Using this theory, why cant women read about the benefits of the particular product through the wonders of a fact sheet, or even decent product labeling. NOT explained in full, gory detail to 5 million people eating their evening meal during the break of Coronation Street.

Just to add insult to injury…. what advertising genius thought of this latest gem? ‘have a happy period’ - yeh.. You soo know your target audience don’t you. How the f*** can anyone have a happy period?! - No one wants them; no one wants to be reminded of them.

Whatever next?!

 
Have a happy smear test…?!

URGHHHH!

 

 

When you first get a new more powerful car it’s probably “too powerful” - because you can’t/won’t keep the right pedal down without scaring yourself. But after a period of ownership you get used to the handling and the power delivery - and then your car just hasn’t got enough power, so you NEED more HP. It’s the vicious circle of HP that any petrolhead will recognise!!! And for which I make no apologies…

^{_{With thanks to PetrolDave who’s wise words ive taken and mashed up to suit my needs.}}

I dont normally feel the need to comment on adverts as i do my best to ignore them but today i witnessed something i am still in shock over.

‘Anti Chafing Gel’…..

for goodness sake people…

_{Shown on Channel 4 Monday 7 July 9pm}

Gill Hicks, 37, was the last person to be brought out alive from the Piccadilly Line train travelling between King’s Cross and Russell Square, where 26 people died. She survived despite her heart stopping twice on the way to the hospital. Both her legs were amputated below the knee.

I sat, completely still and silent whilst the words of Gill Hicks echoed around the room, my mind racing, recreating the story that was being told. Putting myself in her position, feeling her pain. The tears started to roll. This was good TV, it captured the hearts, minds and complete attention of its audience.

Well it did, until they introduce her partner,  Full head shot with his name in a large font…. JOE KERR.

You gotta be kidding me…SURELY they could have handled that a little better? - perhaps just put JOE for the sake of keeping the emotion raw.

Completely ruined it for me.. couldn’t stop giggling for the rest of the program… doh.