{"id":18774,"date":"2015-12-24T16:50:27","date_gmt":"2015-12-24T16:50:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/?p=18774"},"modified":"2015-12-24T16:50:27","modified_gmt":"2015-12-24T16:50:27","slug":"annoying-adverts-and-tv-at-christmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/?p=18774","title":{"rendered":"Annoying Adverts and TV at Christmas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>They say that Christmas is the happy season. Andy Williams sang that it was \u201cthe most wonderful time of the year\u201d. So why the bloody hell do we have to put up with a glut of maudlin and depressing adverts in the UK?<img decoding=\"async\" title=\"Christmas baubles\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 524px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 524\/240;border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 5px 10px 5px 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Christmas baubles\" data-src=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/baubles.jpg\" width=\"524\" align=\"left\" height=\"240\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\"><\/p>\n<p>One of the worst at the moment is for Save the Children, with the most irritating piano tinkle being played with what appears to be a lump hammer. My TV gets muted the second that one comes on.<\/p>\n<p>Then there\u2019s my favourite radio station, <a title=\"Planet Rock radio\" href=\"http:\/\/www.planetrock.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Planet Rock<\/a>. It\u2019s not their fault, but being a commercial radio station they have to have adverts and they have little control over what they air. All year long you\u2019ll be listening to great classic and modern rock music, only to have your mood repeatedly ballsed up by either the damned Co-op with its sickening funeral ads, or Macmillan rattling on about death from cancer. It ruins your listening pleasure. And before any do-gooders start going on about it, the situation would be precisely the same if I donated \u2013 I\u2019d still be made to feel depressed. That isn\u2019t right.<\/p>\n<p>Out on the road, billboards are covered with \u201cNo one should be alone at Christmas\u201d ads, and the BBC picked up on it last week to the extent that on Breakfast they had interview after interview with one homeless charity after another. As I write, there is an annoying Salvation Army advert with a suitably depressing and badly-sung rendition of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. This was followed by the f***ing Save the Children one again just as I was about to un-mute \u2013 and it was an extended version, running to considerably more than a minute. Of course, going back to the Beeb, they\u2019ve had their world-class roving reporters stationed in post office sorting depots telling us how busy it is this time of year. Yes, we know. Just like last year, when you did precisely the same thing. And the year before that. And every other year. We get it, all right? The. Post. Office. Is. Busy. At. Christmas.<img decoding=\"async\" title=\"The Hound of the Baskervilles\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 524px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 524\/192;border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px 10px 5px 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px\" border=\"0\" alt=\"The Hound of the Baskervilles\" data-src=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/hound.jpg\" width=\"524\" align=\"left\" height=\"192\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\"><\/p>\n<p>Actually, now I think about it, a much better story would have been how the Post Office\u2019s utter incompetence throughout the year is merely exacerbated at Christmas. This week, I\u2019ve taken delivery of an item which was two weeks late (so late, in fact, that I\u2019d already reported it to the vendor), another which took 10 days, and a 1st class\/signed for\/next day shipment which came\u2026 the day <strong>after<\/strong> the next day. But I am still waiting for a replacement shipment for a further item which never turned up (after three weeks) \u2013 the replacement was sent last week has all the hallmarks of also having been lost. As I say, the Post Office is incompetent.<\/p>\n<p>Last month, my parents had a letter from the local sorting office informing them that from immediate effect all post to their address would cease until further notice. You can imagine the effect this is going to have on people who are in their 70s and 80s, one of whom is almost blind, suddenly being told that they have got to travel to the sorting office to collect their mail. When I read the letter, I began to understand \u2013 and it was far from clear \u2013 that a postal employee had been \u201cattacked\u201d by a dog some 15-20 doors away. The letter gave the distinct impression that the Hound of the Baskervilles was on the loose, and it seems that mail for the entire street was stopped on this basis (houses round the back were unaffected, though laughably some of those were around a quarter of a mile closer). In actual fact, and as far as I can ascertain, the dog in question had apparently barked at the postal employee a couple of times in what was construed to be \u201can aggressive manner\u201d. The dog \u2013 unfortunately an Alsatian, so likely to have been trained to tear the throats out of people under the guise of having been bought as \u201ca guard dog\u201d \u2013 is never let out and, to my knowledge, hadn\u2019t managed to get out either. So it seems the Post Office is now applying Health &amp; Safety (and, no doubt, Union stupidity) to imagined scenarios as well as real ones.<\/p>\n<p>Then we have the cookery shows, with recipes that only the most pretentious of Daily Mail readers would ever think of using on Christmas Day. I mean, Brussels Sprouts are supposed to be boiled in salted water then eaten \u2013 they taste great like that. So why screw them (or carrots) up by tossing them in butter, honey, and bits of bacon. And that\u2019s just one of the \u201csimple\u201d recipes. God help you if you turn on Nigella. Oh, yeah. And I already KNOW how to cook a turkey without injecting butter under the skin, rubbing Ralgex into it, or hanging it in the garage next to a jugged polecat for a fortnight. We get the same lecture \u2013 well, lectures, actually &#8211; every year, so I think I\u2019ve got it now. And there\u2019s only ONE decent stuffing for turkey \u2013 it\u2019s called Norfolk Sage &amp; Onion (Paxo if you really must). There\u2019s no way I\u2019m experimenting with pile of slop made using Italian sausage, ginger, or cranberry. And the same goes for gravy. All you need is stock or stock cubes and some of the bird juices and Brussels water (all right, and some onions and maybe a little garlic). But no chestnuts, Allspice, lemon grass, ginger, or anything else like that. And call me old fashioned, but I\u2019ll also be serving it on something called \u201ca plate\u201d, and won\u2019t be flinging it across a plank taken from the side of my shed. As for dessert, don\u2019t get me started. Why is every Christmas dessert in this country bloody dark brown, filled with nuts, and tastes like freshly laid tarmac? I detest mince pies, Christmas cake, and Christmas pudding for this reason (well, that and the marzipan). I always have.<img decoding=\"async\" title=\"Lindt Lindor truffles\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 524px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 524\/264;border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 5px 10px 5px 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Lindt Lindor truffles\" data-src=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/lindt.jpg\" width=\"524\" align=\"left\" height=\"264\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\"><\/p>\n<p>On the plus side, while I was shopping in Asda last week I saw a display of Lindt truffles, to which I\u2019m not particularly partial, and was immediately drawn towards the unusual packaging of a white chocolate version. I love white chocolate, and to cut a long story short I ate a whole box! They ought to be illegal.<\/p>\n<p>Why can\u2019t other Christmas desserts be like this, and why does it take the Swiss to show us how?<\/p>\n<p>Back to TV, and Apple \u2013 which specialises in pretentious adverts at the best of times &#8211; has come up with a really annoying one featuring whiny soul singers. That\u2019s another mute button job whenever it comes on. The satellite music channels have been playing \u201cclassic\u201d Christmas songs since at least November \u2013 the only problem being that their idea of \u201cclassic\u201d is Mariah Carey, Wham, and various rap songs that were released in the same year as a Christmas and so meet the required criteria. I have only seen Slade\u2019s genuine classic &#8220;Merry Christmas Everybody&#8221; once, and Wizzard\u2019s &#8220;I Wish it Could be Christmas Every Day&#8221; twice.<\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 520px;\" class=\"wp-video\"><video class=\"wp-video-shortcode\" id=\"video-18774-1\" width=\"520\" height=\"390\" preload=\"metadata\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"video\/x-flv\" src=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/slade-merry-christmas-everybody-3.flv?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/slade-merry-christmas-everybody-3.flv\">https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/slade-merry-christmas-everybody-3.flv<\/a><\/video><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 520px;\" class=\"wp-video\"><video class=\"wp-video-shortcode\" id=\"video-18774-2\" width=\"520\" height=\"292\" preload=\"metadata\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"video\/x-flv\" src=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Wizzard-I-Wish-It-Could-Be-Christmas-Everyday.flv?_=2\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Wizzard-I-Wish-It-Could-Be-Christmas-Everyday.flv\">https:\/\/www.diaryofanadi.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Wizzard-I-Wish-It-Could-Be-Christmas-Everyday.flv<\/a><\/video><\/div>\n<p>These are real classics. No one will ever write better Christmas songs than these &#8211; they&#8217;re happy and jolly, whereas modern attempts always dwell on depressing subjects (or sex and violence, however mild, if they&#8217;re rap-based).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They say that Christmas is the happy season. Andy Williams sang that it was \u201cthe most wonderful time of the year\u201d. So why the bloody hell do we have to put up with a glut of maudlin and depressing adverts in the UK? 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