This is classic.
So some do-gooders or other have set up a confidential hotline that you can ring up and give information about drug dealers – ‘shop your dealer’, or something. Obviously this would be of benefit to people whose community are ravaged by drugs.
These areas are generally areas in the inner city or some of the more infamous suburbs.
And they have a woman talking, saying “It’s terrible … the hash … the cocaine .. the heroin”, in a Dublin 4 accent.
“Oh my God, all these drug dealers are stopping me from getting down to Donnybrook Fair and then picking Eva up from Alexandra. Thankfully Diarmuid is boarding at Columba’s otherwise I’d be going out my mind entirely. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to bring the X5 to be valeted”.
Someone in the advertising agency needs a good slap.
I’d say it wasn’t an agency. If it’s cheap and crap, the recording studio probably did it.
I’ll look forward to hearing it.
The advertising game is notorious for the abuse of columbian marching powder, as is the TV world.
So, you have coke heads telling us to report cokeheads.
Typical Irish solution!
I’d say it wasn’t an agency. If it’s cheap and crap, the recording studio probably did it.
Even they should know better than that.
I might ring up and give names of people i dislike-no drug dealers though.
Iriah radio ads are dreadful full stop. Think they have the same bird doing most of them, especially the “why is that child in Africa starving Mommy”. Really grates.
Hurry on down to Bargain Town, where the prices are only famous!
my personal pet-hate ad
“…you mean our unsightly facia boards…”
“Would you not ring…….”
Arghhhhhhhh
I have volunteered for the “grass up yer dealer” line. I will never have to worry about mine being nicked and
1) I will have various sources for gear whcih I can then plot on google maps. Very useful when you cannot get to your home turf.
2) I can warn dealers of potential interference for a small fee.
On ads, the retarded child who want’s to send Irish rain to Africa (10 years old) my son is ten and if he made a statement like that I would either book some quick remedial education, or have him institionalised.
have him institionalised
Hopefully not in Ireland ?
With the Unchristian Brothers or the Ross-meany-ans
I sent some Irish Mist to a friend working in Saudi once. Poor fucker isn’t released until 2015.
“…you mean our unsightly facia boards…”
That’s totally class, that one
I remember being in Clonmel years ago and hearing the local station do their ‘Say No to Drugs campaign’. They had some auld one on the promo shiteing on about how her daughter was dazzled by the bright lights and hard drugs of Dublin. Then the daughter got too mad for the big smoke and came back to Clonmel where she was the town bike and was partying non-stop while smoking the ecstacy and listening to all that bang bang rave music etc etc.
All the way through I just kept thinking ‘please give me her number please please please’.
“Columbus”? “St. Columba’s”, I think you’ll find.
Now where’s my goats cheese & rocket tartlet?
Erm, yes, that’s the one.
Goats cheese and rocket tartlet is a hairdresser’s lunch; ethnic food made with locally sourced ingredients is in now, you complete pikey.
So that’s what the smell is off a hairdresser’s breath, I always thought it was something a little more south and they forgot to gargle.
Goat cheese is satanic smegma.
FASINEX!
Drugs need love too.
nobody wants to listen to northside tinkers voicing ads on the radio for fucks sake – what do you expect?
Ah, it’s not like the old days with the ads for hoose, maggots, vermin etc in your cows.
“Join the JWT set”, a swinging concept until they inevitably fucked up their financial responsibilities sort of stuff.
Terry Wogan on disgusting pirate radio, Radio Nova with the “Fancy something good in beds?” line. Eh, yeah Terry, a good mug of Earl Grey and me Puzzler magazine.
nobody wants to listen to northside tinkers voicing ads on the radio for fucks sake – what do you expect?
Fair point. but no one wants to hear southsiders either.
Basically dubs are horrible creatures that should have been exterminated a long time ago.
The old codger on the Brennan’s Bread commercial was the last decent radio add, you could actually here the bad breath, TB and loose dentures in his voice. Great stuff.
They did a load of joke ads too while recording those. There was tape knocking around of them, very funny, lots of fuck and bollocks in them. Wouldn’t get that now with all the anal marketing drones with no sense of fun.
http://twentymajor.net/2008/09/17/spoof-brennans-bread-ad/
Excellent.
The odd time I used to tune in to Newstalk, a doyen of ‘oirishness’. The ad for Marathon sports travel had me stumped: all the way through the ad. they say “Marathon sports trabble”. Is that meant to be ‘treble’ or ‘travel’, or did they just amalgamate the two words?!