Found this on the Ray Foley site. Really weird ad.
oh dear duffy…
You’ve probably seen the new Diet Coke ad with Duffy singing and peddling on a racer. I’m not one to pass comment… But I think it’s THE WEIRDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN. The way she sits on the bike, the weird voice, why is she cycling through the shop?! Oh lord, my head.
Anybody seen the ad for “Act fast in the event of stroke”.
Old dear gets a blinding headache:
Face partially collapses, mouth skews:
Speech becomes slurred / non existant:
Arm becomes powerless:
[quote=“Boxtyeater”]Anybody seen the ad for “Act fast in the event of stroke”.
Old dear gets a blinding headache:
Face partially collapses, mouth skews:
Speech becomes slurred / non existant:
Arm becomes powerless:
Ring 999 for immediate response.
Sweet Jesus…[/quote]
To bad Charlie didn’t do that for Mags in Fair City.
That fooking diet coke ad with Duffy is annoying the hell out of me at the moment. Diet coke is absoulte shit that fat women drink, Duffy is a fooking sell out, she looks terrible in the ad, skanky head and shit shorts/leggins or some blue shit on her legs, and the song is absolute muck. Terrible terrible ad.
That ad with your man from the IT Crowd. All that sticks in my head is your man saying “Here? How about here?” over and over and over again until I burst my ear drums with a fork.
Two girls come into a room and tell the Dad - ‘I think it’s time. You’d be a really good catch for someone’. I am guessing he is a widower and the daughters are trying to find him someone and urging him to use the Just for Men thing to cover up his grey.
[quote=“farmerinthecity”]Meant to post the other Just for Men one on here.
Two girls come into a room and tell the Dad - ‘I think it’s time. You’d be a really good catch for someone’. I am guessing he is a widower and the daughters are trying to find him someone and urging him to use the Just for Men thing to cover up his grey.
What were the people on who came up with this?[/quote]
There’s another one where a guy opens a letter to reveal a school reunion invitation. It cuts to him looking nervously into the mirror and rubbing his hands through his greying hair. Next thing there’s a bird in a dinner gown going, ‘Who’s that handsome man? It’s my husband.’ She walks over and plants a kiss on him, same lad as before, as he’s standing there at the reunion gig with his lovely black hair. Fooking hell.