Go Frank!

"Come to my fucking shop!"

Spoiler:

Like fuck that's outside Anfield...

Wolverhampton's finest, just for O

And oh my fucking Christ, these kids wouldn't get across the road before a gang of rampaging vigilantes could turn up with banners with FUCKING PEADO (sic) on them...

"Hang on, if Les Gray and Alvin Stardust can do the Green Cross Code, maybe I can release a single... I'm very excited - especially at 0:40"



My cousin actually bought this...

Some fucking class vids here!!

Now then, ladies, would you like to keep your face pretty?"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE

of the train

Bert wrote:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE

of the train

£6 London to Northampton?
What is it now??

Bert wrote:

These adverts were fucking brilliant

To bring a note of incredulity to things...

And another

Brilliant. Best Scotch in Japan, nodders, some fucking car finance, the bloke who played Anton Meyer in Holby selling NSCs, pizza and All Bran. Tyne Tees Rocky Horror watchers obviously were saving while taking out a loan for a car they couldn't drive as they were sitting in ordering pizza while getting mashed on Best Scotch. Then fucking, sleeping and clearing out their pipes the next day with fibre-dense cereal.

OK, we're watching "Frenzy" this time. Hitchcock classic, necktie murders and one of the finest examples of the cinematographic craft in it on another board here. Cue the Tyne Tees ads. It's 1991.



Peugeot arty farty ad, meant to be Bondesque, fails, Allied Dunbar doing the same, fails, kitchen sales (ooh, a free portable!), Findus Crispy Pancakes ensuring the kid doesn't have sex until his 30s, fucking mental ad for Comfort and McVities Gold, a biscuit that looked like vomit, tasted like vomit and if you ate two...

The point? '90s advertising went too far up its own arse. Now back to the murders.