Skip to main content

Ads that I like #80


Wow-ee, would you just take a look at that shoe polish!

Yes-siree, some mighty fine shoe polish there.

Hey, let me have a look at that again [crosses legs uncomfortably]. Hmmmm, a free shine cloth.

A free shine cloth you say? Hmmmm, I better have another look at that ad...

There is one thing for sure, this advert certainly gets you thinking about shoe polish!

Comments

yournotalone said…
An old technique in commercials and adds;D

1. You have a new product and you want people to feel about it in a certain way - perhaps feel good.
2. You take something that people or your target group already feels good about - perhaps seeing sexy women, and attach or stick it on your product.
3. Men seeing sexy women on your product will feel good - this is what you want!
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, spot on. Only now I've just gone and bought four tubs of shoe shine, and I don't even own any shoes!

That girl was very brave choosing that outfit to go bowling in though. An accident is bound to happen and I cannot afford to be looking away when it does!
Sue said…
I just got a longing for a milkshake!???? Uuuhh!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, what flavour?

A free shine cloth!!!

Now I've got five tins of shoe shine!
Sue said…
Vanilla.

It's enough to make a grown boy stop wearing runners!

Hope she doesn't have a wardrobe malfunction à la Tara Reid/Sophie Marceau/Lindsay "Firecrotch" Lohan/Janet Jackson et al. Or is that....we hope she DOES!!! Tsk! Tsk!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I saw a near wardrobe malfunction on the bus the other day. That was enough to turn a man's hair grey(er).
yamini said…
you bet!!!!
Shoe polish is the first thing that would come to anybody's mind, Really now!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, why do you hate shoe polish? ;)
yamini said…
Ha ha ha ha...

But u seem to be in love with shoe polish.. right???
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I love shoe polish, yes. This brand especially!

Popular posts from this blog

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut