Well another Christmas is upon us.
This year as well as the other half's pet hate advert for Boots, I can include the Iceland ad. I don't mind the Boots one, but I have to agree with him on the other. Jason Donavan must be really hard up for money to appear in it.

I wonder if the advertising agencies realise just how many people press the mute button during the commercial breaks, but at least here in the UK we don't get as many ad breaks as they do in the States.

This year I'll be boycotting Quality St. Macintoshes who used to make them, were taken over and now if you're faced with a Christmas tin of Roses, Celebrations or Quality St, there's nothing to choose between the three, whereas Quality St, the more expensive and different, was heads and shoulders above the other two.

I hate that we're letting the multi-nationals suck us into a world of sameness, and although for the rest of the year, I'm lazy enough to let them get away with it, with my memories of Christmas past and the sheer pleasure of the taste of a Quality St. chocolate Praline, I refuse to lower my standards...I'd rather go without! The shame is our younger generation will never know what they're missing.