No Ads for Me.

TV ads always feature beautiful kids. Whether they’re eating fish fingers or playing muddy football they’re always at the centre of an adoring mummy and daddy family, except when the daddy’s deceased and should have, and luckily did, purchase life insurance. All mothers, blissfully free of any form of harassment, glide about their immaculate kitchens as their lazy but affable hubbies watch TV. Only alcohol swigging teenagers are allowed a little mess. Men crave female lust and all Lawyers4You are 38, serious and suited where as bankers are allowed a slight hint of humour. All double-glazing men would make horrendous neighbours and supermarket workers are so normal you wish you lived next to one. Anyone over 60 is busy planning for death while phone ads feature the young, the only ones of us who live such exciting lives that they need to spend lots of money telling other young people where they are. And then there’s Bingo. Bingo ads feature lard arses that are so happy at winning ten pounds they never stop oscillating their gargantuan weight with delight. Obviously Bingo people have an enormously good time before they peg out with heart failure from alcohol poisoning. It seem no products are aimed at me, a happy, normal, highly sexually attractive 68 year old.