I saw an advert with a grain of truth in it this evening, and lo – I was impressed. Well, sorta. For those who’ve not seen the campaign, Barclays are giving away Premiership-related prizes to people who get lucky receipts from their cash points.
The ad in question features two Man U fans wandering around Old Trafford, into the dressing room and being disturbed by the Strawberry-Nosed One. OK, all so hokum so far. Except that the fans couldn’t be any more Cockney if they wore braces and sang "Knees Up Mother Brown" while eating jellied eels and trying to sell you a cut’n’shut F-reg Escort.
Talking of telly, I also caught the first episode of the new CSI:NY series. Pretty good, but it’ll take a while to bed in, I think. And could there be overkill with three CSI series on the go at once? We shall see.
What struck me, though, was the immense similarity between this episode and the book I’m currently reading: Sleepy Head by Mark Billingham. I won’t spoil either in case you’re interested in reading/watching them yourselves, but the coincidence is uncanny… or worthy of the attention of lawyers.
*blushes*
Actually, it was a friend commenting on where I live, saying I might as well call myself ‘anni from great jugs’ and be damned. So I did.
Honest, guv!
and what exactly were you commenting on pray tell?!!!
fair enough all round!!
That, and Anni’s got huge tits.
Want to know how it ends???????
Whoops – that was carried over from an earlier comment….