It's THAT bloody song!
Exactly whay there's a call centre in the middle of a shop floor being ransacked by scummy mummies, I'm yet to learn.
But when the ginger minger leaps upon the table to caterwaul out the now legendary classic by Steps, those badly substitutes lines that DON'T FIT THE BEAT OF THE SONG stick in me bonce.
It's all I can hear.
Getting higher & higher pitched with ever line.
Of course, this will be taken by the Chavvites as a fine quality ad, as many a bingo-wingéd harridan will replicate it down The Karaoke (before racing home to read up on the keep fit fanatic and his 32st wife).
Well, I say 'read'. More like look at the pretty pictures, saying "Phoar, he's dead fit" and "Ewwww. She's a right fatarse minger". An' suchlike.
And then there's token fat gaybloke leaping into the air like Shirley Bassethound, instead of answering the phone.
Now wonder call centre's are crap, if all they got is bloody drag queens on the phones, poncing about emitting castrati high notes instead of doing the jobs they gets paid for!
There's not one redeeming feature about this ad*. I mean, Moonpig is bad (I say, old chap. Do you know where I might find a totally spiffing greetings card?), but this is so fucking atrocious.
And it's stuck there. In my cranium. And I can't get it out.
Take a break!
This is all to much
Could everyone stop
Take a break!
Let's chill for a minute
And put our feet up
It's what we need
With a nice cup of tea
And a chocolate biccie
Take a break!
GAAAAH FECK RIGHT OFF!!!
I refuse to suffer alone. Click here to get wound up.
* TELL A LIE... THERE'S A LOVELY LONG HAIRED PRETTY CARRYING THE TEA TRAY. WOULDN'T MIND A STAB AT HER "CHOCOLATE BICCIE"'...
