Know your limitations and remember that the remote control is your friend
From an early age I knew that my brain could only hold so much information and only for a finite amount of time. It’s a bit like a really bad version of the memory upload from “The Matrix”. I have crammed a lot in for the purpose of exams, but the minute I heard “Pens down” it all dribbled out my ear, pushed out by the song lyrics and Simpsons quotes that my brain had deemed more important than anything useful I ever learnt.

This is why I simply cannot watch adverts; they will fill up my brain and never leave. I haven’t watched an entire advert break since I was 15 or so, which is a bloody good job because by now I would be a gibbering mental patient unable to communicate in anything but ad-speak. Even the first 15 years of my life where I watched adverts have left an indelible mark, I am currently trying to compute a clients capital allowances for the year, but my brain wants to sing the Gino Ginelli ice cream advert from the early 90’s.

However, the TV companies seem to be on to me as the bastards have synchronised their advert breaks, which leaves me fumbling for the mute button…have you ever watched adverts with the sound off? It’s quite terrifying; everyone has wide soulless eyes and big forced smiles that seem to say; “JOIN US!” *shivers*
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Thu 15 Apr 2010, 16:28, Reply)