I have a weakness for old fashioned advertising.
(Remember the "port in every girl" I have framed on my wall of brain? here.)
This week The Walk emailed me more marvels. All of these adverts speak to me, a little more than they probably should. If any of you are stuck for Christmas ideas, do take note:
1. For those days when you're suffering post-frazzle-indulgence and your clothes bloody hurt:
2. We've all had days where the only solution seems to be a large slug of gin and the timely cock of a gun. A little something sleek and shiny to nestle in your bag - next to the Dior Rouge and topless sharpies - for use when commuters put their feet on the seats or forget to turn their iPhone keypad to silent, yes?
3. Inspired. Though this smarts, the development of a tape worm farm was my fail safe pension plan. I was going to be rich; richer than my wildest imaginings. Alas, it's been done before. Lucky for me I have the fall back business of
feeding humans to polar bears. Oh.
4. Ever fancied seeing the tooth fairy?
5. My new maxim:
There's always one that makes my teeth itch:
If you are the sort of woman that thinks this is a good idea, or have the kind of husband that leaves these handy lists laying around, then feel free to whip your new pistol from your knickers and put you both out of your misery. Boom.
These are just a few of my weakness, or guilty pleasures, go see
Tara for more weird confessions.
gin-nurtered time waster.