Or at least that's the impression you get from reading BBC News' front page, which contains no less than six different stories about her being blown up thousands of miles away in a country that, other than the fact we used to own it, has about as much to do with Britain as Middle Earth. Of course it's very sad whenever someone dies - unless of course it's Vernon Kay - but a woman running for leadership in a country full of people who are violently and suicidally opposed to allowing women into any position other than ten full paces behind the men? Really, what did she expect? She might have had two terms as leader in the past, but the last was over a decade ago, and the political situation in Pakistan has degraded so far that one shed full of extremists throwing a bit of a tantrum almost brought down the entire country. Red Mosque my arse. This would hardly have been a more likely occurrance had she been Nick Griffin in a KKK rag.
Moving on before I get too annoyed, we have a story on how three women somehow managed to collapse in 'Next' stores during the first day of the sales. The ability of this story to powerfully cut a swathe through the damaging stereotype that women get far too excited about clothes shopping aside, if you're going to collapse in a shop due to being overwhelmed by bargains or whatever stupidity actually went on, you could at least have the sense to do it in somewhere slightly more fashion-conscious than Next, or the decency to choose a low-end outlet that actually admits it is what it is - then again, everyone who shops at British Home Stores is too no-nonsense to end up hyperventilating over a handbag, and if it was anywhere more upmarket there wouldn't have been any women collapsing, just a selection of personal shoppers being admitted with severe heatstroke.
And finally, as if that wasn't punishment enough, the BBC also has a review of the best and worst adverts of the year, slamming WKD adverts for being 'cruel for cruelty's sake' and the Apple ads for not being as funny as their US equivalents while praising the Marks and Spencer adverts with Myleene Klass for their 'air of knowingness' and the Mail on Sunday advert with the dogs and remote control cars. Personally I would dismiss the WKD adverts not because of cruelty but because of their persistence in marketing a girls' drink at blokes - have you ever seen a bloke drink WKD, except in adverts for WKD? No? Me neither - despite the fact they've been trying and failing for years, and the Apple adverts for the same reason I shun anything that has Mitchell and Webb in it: It has Mitchell and Webb in it. If those two were as funny as they think they are, I'd be rolling in the aisles. But they aren't, so they're just a pair of cunts. You're a Mac, you're a PC, and Peep Show is shit. Fuck off.
But I'm getting sidetracked.
Coming back to the avertising review - though they are shit - I'd also praise the Marks and Spencer advertisements, though solely because I'd do Myleene Klass until my willy got sore, but I'd dismiss the Mail on Sunday extravaganza because it's quite the most annoying thing I've ever seen in my life. That and it conveys nothing of what the content of the Mail suggests should be in an advert for said early-morning tome of right-wing hate, which would presumably be three minutes of Boris Johnson mowing down gypsies with a machine gun. As for the rest of the advertising pack, I'd also dismiss every advert with Davina McCall in. Which is all of them.
That's all for tonight. If that's not enough for you, you can read Benazir Bhutto: A Life In Pictures. Because I for one just can't get enough faux-liberal simpering over dead politicians from far away.
Goodnight.
Moving on before I get too annoyed, we have a story on how three women somehow managed to collapse in 'Next' stores during the first day of the sales. The ability of this story to powerfully cut a swathe through the damaging stereotype that women get far too excited about clothes shopping aside, if you're going to collapse in a shop due to being overwhelmed by bargains or whatever stupidity actually went on, you could at least have the sense to do it in somewhere slightly more fashion-conscious than Next, or the decency to choose a low-end outlet that actually admits it is what it is - then again, everyone who shops at British Home Stores is too no-nonsense to end up hyperventilating over a handbag, and if it was anywhere more upmarket there wouldn't have been any women collapsing, just a selection of personal shoppers being admitted with severe heatstroke.
And finally, as if that wasn't punishment enough, the BBC also has a review of the best and worst adverts of the year, slamming WKD adverts for being 'cruel for cruelty's sake' and the Apple ads for not being as funny as their US equivalents while praising the Marks and Spencer adverts with Myleene Klass for their 'air of knowingness' and the Mail on Sunday advert with the dogs and remote control cars. Personally I would dismiss the WKD adverts not because of cruelty but because of their persistence in marketing a girls' drink at blokes - have you ever seen a bloke drink WKD, except in adverts for WKD? No? Me neither - despite the fact they've been trying and failing for years, and the Apple adverts for the same reason I shun anything that has Mitchell and Webb in it: It has Mitchell and Webb in it. If those two were as funny as they think they are, I'd be rolling in the aisles. But they aren't, so they're just a pair of cunts. You're a Mac, you're a PC, and Peep Show is shit. Fuck off.
But I'm getting sidetracked.
Coming back to the avertising review - though they are shit - I'd also praise the Marks and Spencer advertisements, though solely because I'd do Myleene Klass until my willy got sore, but I'd dismiss the Mail on Sunday extravaganza because it's quite the most annoying thing I've ever seen in my life. That and it conveys nothing of what the content of the Mail suggests should be in an advert for said early-morning tome of right-wing hate, which would presumably be three minutes of Boris Johnson mowing down gypsies with a machine gun. As for the rest of the advertising pack, I'd also dismiss every advert with Davina McCall in. Which is all of them.
That's all for tonight. If that's not enough for you, you can read Benazir Bhutto: A Life In Pictures. Because I for one just can't get enough faux-liberal simpering over dead politicians from far away.
Goodnight.
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