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Dreading the John Lewis Christmas advert this year. Probably a cover of Fix You by a children’s choir, singing to all their nans via Zoom. Any other thoughts?
Opening montage of Sharon's life. Sharon is late 20's early 30's - the montage shows her at work(she's s staff nurse on a children's ward at the hospital), doing her shopping and then coming home to an empty flat. Camera pans to the telly showing the headlines 'pandemic lockdown latest: everyone stay at home', the calendar shows that it's Christmas Eve and also that she's working the night shift Christmas Day and then to pictures of her with friends and family and then to Sharon sitting down on her sofa looking lonely and sad and eating a Christmas dinner by herself on the sofa.
Cut to a hand knocking on the door.
She goes to the door and there's a parcel. Opens it and it's a new laptop from 'all of us'. Final shot is of Sharon play charades with friends and family over zoom.
Closing caption of 'stay close, even when you're apart' over a montage of people applauding in the street.
All set to a breathy, folky cover of 'Friday Night, Saturday Morning' by The Specials.
I'm one of the people who was blamed for getting Paul Cook sacked. PM for the full post.
Assumption is to make an ass out of you and me.
Those who assume they know you, when they don't are just guessing.
Those who assume and insist they know are daft and in denial.
Those who assume, insist, and deny the truth are plain stupid.
Those who assume, insist, deny the truth and tell YOU they know you (when they don't) have an IQ in the range of 35-49.
Two people barricaded in their house, reloading their shotguns as more entitled mothers with children in over-sized pushchairs attempt to rush them for their supply of toilet rolls and pasta.
I think they will do something like that up until the knock on the door and then go for a game changer - maybe Jurgen Klopp is there wearing nothing but leather liederhosen and carrying a plumber's tool bag asking 'I heard you had a problem with a radiator'
'Oh, yes' she says 'it's in the bedroom...cue sleazy Seventies wah wah guitar and cut to Bill Hicks's corpse coming back to life.
Phil is a young middle man who has spent most of the year trying to help a disparate group of no-hopers, mis-fits, social awkward and downright odd people in a special community.
Phil id down trodden, under appreciated and just about at his wits end after having to mediate an argument when somebody thought the The Smith were a group of reasonable well adjusted harmonious musicians
Phil sits along on Christmas Eve when there is a knock on the door and someone in a blue santa suit hand him a packet of giant hobnobs and holds a sign saying "thanks Phil love TWTD"
There's a Facebook group dedicated to taking the piss out of gammons as they call it. They've infiltrated laods of racist groups and spread a rumour that the ad will be something involving Diversity doing a dance or whatnot.
The reactions have been priceless. One lot have started pitching protest ideas, like going to all the stores and Waitroses unmasked and just milling about all day not buying stuff.
Today's 'stolen from somewhere else as TWTD lunchtime filler' thread. on 17:34 - Sep 23 by Swansea_Blue
You think J2's discovered targeted advertising? Unrealistically motivational in this case, obviously.
Not as unrealistic as the dating ads.
'Date beautiful Arab girls now' next to a picture of the best looking woman i've ever seen. Sure. If it said bargain basic singles next to a picture of Vicky Pollard it would be much nearer the mark.
It's a remake of The Snowman. Little ginger lad makes a snowman, gets up to look at his pressies on Xmas Eve and looks out of the window and there's loads of snowmen in the garden, all having a sort of ceilidh. Trouble is, they can't come in and he can't go out, so he watches wistfully through the window.
Then one of them points at a pressie at the bottom of the tree, and, wotcher know, it's a face mask with a snowman on it and some hand wash. The little lad uses both and then opens the back door and sneaks out in his dressing gown and jim jams. The snowmen fly off with him, holding his hands.
The next morning, he awakes in bed and races downstairs to find his snowman's melted. But it was wearing a checked face mask, like in Raymond Briggs' version of the scarf. He picks it up and smiles through his tears.