But I was sleeping in that

First things first, Ive had over 4000 views of the blog since i started it, thanks for taking the time to look.

Ok, on with the update.
Dont you hate adverts that seem to give the story or idea very little thought, or are just downright lazy.
Ibis hotels are showing an ad at the moment, about their brand new Ibis hotel bed, which according to them, their engineers couldn't rest until they completed.
The ad shows a chap in bed, and then into shot appear around 5 other people, who proceed to pick up the man in the bed. They hold him in the air whilst the new "Ibis bed" is wheeled under him removing the old bed. We are led to believe that this new bed is much better, and more comfortable and will give you a good nights sleep. What they seem to have forgotten, or noticed, is that when the bed bloke is lifted he is sound asleep, obviously comfortable enough in the old, inferior bed.
Theres an advertising executive sitting in an office somewhere with a right smug look on his face, twat!
I wonder if they should show these ads to members of the public first, no, better still, show someone the concept first before you shoot it. It is, in my opinion, a lazy advert and should have been given a lot more thought.

If you can give one of the adverts on my blog a click that would be great. Thanks for looking.

Look who we stubbled across

Had a morning in town yesterday, not for anything special, just needed to pick up some provisions (I used that word to make my American readers feel more at home) and a look round to see whats new.
Needless to say there was very little new, well, as a matter of fact, nothing new at all that I can remember.
We took the car, so no public transport adventures, no women gossiping and moaning about setting the house alight, but...................
We popped into a supermarket and, oh joy of joys, we were served by Rufus Hounds sister (see a previous blog post). She was, as to be expected, sporting a very nice 5 o'clock shadow. Bristles occupying various regions of her chin and giving her that rugged lived in look. She has the sort of hard stubble that most late teenagers would kill for, this is defiantly not bum fluff, unfortunately!
Its the first time I've been this close and I really must say how impressed I was by the beard.

At some stage in her life she has peered into a bathroom mirror and spotted a rogue hair on her chin, thick and black, maybe after her husband moaned about it tickling when they kissed (oh, a little bit of sick just came up).
Giving it a quick tug she plucked it clean out, only to discover a few more. Opening the bathroom cupboard she may have taken out her old mans razor. Hands trembling at the thought of a hair free face for the first time in years she lathered up and introduced her chin to the cold steel. There, she said to herself, smooth as a babies arse.
Kissing her old man goodnight how could she know the trouble this 5 minute bathroom mishap would give her, well maybe when hubby whispered in her ear "is that my Brut your wearing, have you shaved? Its gonna grow back even worse now you soppy moo".
He was, as time would show, quite right in this observation.

If you could see your way clear to click through an ad or two that would be great.