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Wednesday, November 07, 2007 


No one loves Christmas more than I, and I'm slowly coming around to the fact that it comes earlier every year. Why, I've already been blindsided by the Marks & Sparks window displays (which my flat window looks out on) and their interesting product placement of mince pies next to the Halloween candy. I get that in probably less than 10 years, Christmas shopping will be a year round thing, where we are encouraged constantly to "buy spend buy spend buy spend!!!" I'm fine with it, I really am.

But last night it was all ruined for me, the moment when Christmas in the UK becomes unbearable. I saw my first Kerry Katona Iceland Christmas party advert. I'm shuddering just thinking about it.

I don't know how to explain, but there is something about these ads that drive me mental. If you're not from the UK then you don't know who she is (she's one of 'those' celebrities: famous for being in a band where she didn't sing, famous for a marriage that didn't work, now just tabloid fodder, etc). Her voice and personality are so grating. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I can't find an example of the Christmas commercial on the web for all of you non-Brits. But I did locate a regular non-Christmas one just so you can get the gist of what I'm complaining about. Iceland is a crap grocery store, but I actually think they can do much better than her.

See what I mean?

Nope, I don't like Kerry "Z-list" Katona too, nor do I like Iceland or Tesco. I prefer grocery shopping at Marks & Spencers, Waitrose, Sainsburys and Somerfield.

I can't stand that woman's voice. I listen to the radio at work and the Iceland ads keep coming on and I wince in agony until her squawky screeching grating voice goes off again.

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