Oh dear Carl, what’s put a bee in your bonnet now?
Bloody advertisers. I swear to a higher power that marketing agencies must either employ morons or conversely just think that all the general public are morons.
Any advertisers in particular?
No, I’m quite fair in my hatred of all of them but L’Oreal really got my goat today.
We thought you’d given up on farming?
You know what I mean… There wasn’t an actual bloody goat involved. Although there was a tiger.
L’Oreal stole your tiger?
Oh my dear god. Do you work in advertising? No, L’Oreal have just started a new airing for a skin care product in which they say it contains extract from a plant fabled to be rubbed up against by tigers. Apparently it’s a big deal.
What does the product do?
It’s pertained to help your skin look younger.
Because of the tiger?
NO! That’s the thing that annoys me. The tiger has absolutely nothing to do with it!
So why do they mention it?
I don’t bloody know! I’ve stroked a lot of cats, does that mean I’m now immortal?
Are you a skin care product?
Obviously not. I’ve given a few people rashes though. Does that count?