This week’s Badvertising was half-written until something dropped through our mould-covered letterbox that was so awful, it couldn’t be left alone for a week. We subsequently scrunched up the previous Badvertising and set it alight, after all this incumbent piece was so sickening to watch that we felt as though we’d been eating another of Matthew Laidlow’s “special curries”.
Let’s give you a little bit of the history, shall we? Way back in Tudor times, men used to place a ball in the- no, you’re right, we’ll bring it up to date a bit. Last year, English Premier League club Blackburn Rovers were bought by an Indian company called Venky’s.
Venky’s sells chicken products and are therefore the perfect company to buy a team of perenially dull under-achievers with all the personality of a really weak stock.
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We still don’t get the hype surrounding Nando’s and why people will fork out money for rubbery tasting chicken cooked in herbs and spices that tastes like a pub’s drip tray. But then again, we’re not young, hip individuals who want to be seen in one of the supposed coolest eateries in the UK.
As Wendy’s recently showed on these pages, combining hip-hop with motivational training videos doesn’t quite work.
However, we have to appreciate that Wendy’s pioneered this in the eighties when the world was a worse place. Nando’s has waited its turn and attempted to do the same thing, roping in “celebrities” including, Goldie, Andi Peters, Melinda Messenger, Johnny Vaughan, Lisa Snowdon, Chris Fountain (Hollyoaks), Andy Collins, Kyran Bracken, Chris Parker (Eastenders). What could go wrong? Read More >>>
Wall-E director and Pixar stalwart Adam Stanton attributes his film’s meteoric success to behaving like a free-range chicken.
No jokes, at a recent press conference, which we were surprisingly invited to, he actually said: “When we were making this movie there was no one checking up on me, so I was basically a free range chicken left to do what I wanted.”
You heard it here first.
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It takes a big man to admit when he's wrong. Or a normal-sized man inexplicably born with a floppy tongue the size of a cow's, at least.
By which we mean Jamie Oliver. As you all probably know, Jamie Oliver's latest campaign has been to make a sort of middle-class poultry snuff film called Jamie's Fowl Dinners all about the horrific mistreatment of battery chickens, and part of that campaign has involved Jamie lashing out at Sainsbury's.
And then, um, realising that Sainsbury's pays him £1.2 million a year to wank about flogging mince pies, causing him to backtrack spectacularly in case he upset his bosses.
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