Sainsburys Christmas Ad with the RBL.

[Drago]

It's cynical cashing in on something that's very topical. They're a business, a commercial organisation. They didn't pick that topic because it's sentimental and gooey - they picked it to help the tills go kerching as loudly as possible, and for no other purpose.

 

[StuAff]

I have mixed feelings. AFAIC no Christmas advertising accurately portrays the backstabbing self-serving steaming huge pile of bull**** that is this festival of greed and hypocrisy (I'd ignore the lot of it if I could). They could have done the usual fluffy kittens happy families nonsense instead, and that would in its way be no less offensive. As a Legion supporter, I'd rather they weren't involved at all but hopefully they'll get a decent donation out of it, rather that than people buying £95 penguins.

 

[subaqua]

Did you see the clip of the making of the ad?

Or the story behind the ad. Although the sale of the chocolate bar and some of the money from that could be classed as distasteful, but TBF that woul have to include all sorts of bollocksy stuff from others.

 

[rich p]

Some of you lot are just too cynical for your own good and need to stand back and take a hard look at yourselves.
You should follow my shining and exemplary example and watch all the Xmas ads from the major retailers.
The one that makes me weep most gets my turkey and cracker order. Advertising works you know.

 

[Pro Tour Punditry]

I just wait til 4pm on Christmas Eve and go for whatever the nobbers have left on their shelves. The bigger the discount the more I think I have screwed "the man".

I might even walk into Sainsbury this year and ask how much of my 75% discount turkey will go to support the injured veterans.

And then just carry on thru the till after dropping it on the floor and kicking it out the door and shout "goal to Britain, against the bosh!"

 

[Arch]

Some of you lot are just too cynical for your own good and need to stand back and take a hard look at yourselves.
You should follow my shining and exemplary example and watch all the Xmas ads from the major retailers.
The one that makes me weep most gets my turkey and cracker order. Advertising works you know.

The trouble, for me that's the Boots one, and they don't sell turkeys.

Anyone for a slice of Simple soap smothered in a Lynx shower gel gravy?

 

[IDMark2]

There is a truth in the story.

Yes, it's 'If you are the sort of person who likes this story we're selling here, you would probably like shopping at our store too.. Don't be shallow anywhere else this year, we're more real, look, honest. Mince pies only 99p'

 

[Arch]

The trouble, for me that's the Boots one, and they don't sell turkeys.

Anyone for a slice of Simple soap smothered in a Lynx shower gel gravy?

Oh dear. I posted that before I actually watched the Sainsburys ad.

I made it to 50 secs in...

Although I'm fairly cynical generally, Stuff like the Christmas ads does usually bring a lump to my throat, in a way I can't quite control. That and "Daddy! My Daddy!" from The Railway Children...

 

[Beebo]

I just wait til 4pm on Christmas Eve and go for whatever the nobbers have left on their shelves. The bigger the discount the more I think I have screwed "the man".

The game of Christmas chicken, it's a dangerous game to play, but can reap large rewards to the person willing to hold out the longest.
Or you can end up with nothing and look like a right nobber.

 

[Arch]

The game of Christmas chicken, it's a dangerous game to play, but can reap large rewards to the person willing to hold out the longest.
Or you can end up with nothing and look like a right nobber.

We used to get people coming into Iceland where i worked, at 4pm on Christmas Eve, and being appalled that that we didn't have any 20lb frozen turkeys left. Never mind that it couldn't physically defrost in less than 2 days...

 

[subaqua]

The trouble, for me that's the Boots one, and they don't sell turkeys.

Anyone for a slice of Simple soap smothered in a Lynx shower gel gravy?

when did you eat the food my dad cooks. well it tastes like wot you describe .

 

[Archie_tect]

Boots's one got Mrs A_T too, I was fine, until I watched it... sniff.

 

[Over The Hill]

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We used to get people coming into Iceland where i worked, at 4pm on Christmas Eve, and being appalled that that we didn't have any 20lb frozen turkeys left. Never mind that it couldn't physically defrost in less than 2 days...

You reminded me. Way back years ago I used to work in Ratners. Every Christmas eve after the pubs turned out at lunch time we would get a steady stream of drunk men coming in the shop to buy their wife a present.
Now they tended to choose some horrid thing for £5 and we just went to the display, got out a really nice alternative for £30 and say she will love this and generally they would just say OK and take it.
We had games like seeing how much you could talk them up from the original thing they wanted.
One year we were trying to close the shop and get off home and in came one more drunk. He could hardly stand and hardly speak and muttered something about a bracelet. Rather than enquire as to the price bracket he was in I just said to him "how much money do you have". He emptied out his pockets on the counter and I totalled it up. It came to exactly the price of a nice bracelet so I got it out the window, put it in a box, stuck the box in his pocket and sent him tottering off as I scooped up his money.
We always chose something good and never got the nice things we picked back for a refund. So we saw it as a service for his suffering wife really.

 

[Ganymede]

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You reminded me. Way back years ago I used to work in Ratners. Every Christmas eve after the pubs turned out at lunch time we would get a steady stream of drunk men coming in the shop to buy their wife a present.
Now they tended to choose some horrid thing for £5 and we just went to the display, got out a really nice alternative for £30 and say she will love this and generally they would just say OK and take it.
We had games like seeing how much you could talk them up from the original thing they wanted.
One year we were trying to close the shop and get off home and in came one more drunk. He could hardly stand and hardly speak and muttered something about a bracelet. Rather than enquire as to the price bracket he was in I just said to him "how much money do you have". He emptied out his pockets on the counter and I totalled it up. It came to exactly the price of a nice bracelet so I got it out the window, put it in a box, stuck the box in his pocket and sent him tottering off as I scooped up his money.
We always chose something good and never got the nice things we picked back for a refund. So we saw it as a service for his suffering wife really.

I love that story!