I woke up humming the terry’s all gold tune from the seventies
It is genuinely a-fucking-mazing how advertising jingles and lines can stick in your head.
When did I last hear ‘see the face you love light up with Terry’s All Gold’?
Or this utter classic that broke the fourth wall of advertising creation with aplomb (check the John Peel VO):
Then there were no words but you could always hum dah dahhh da-da-dahh-dah (by the way, the Milk Tray man taught my wife stage fighting at RADA and his name was Terry King, which is a real 80s man’s name. You never really meet many Terrys these days, do you?):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0ya5kh4_ZM&feature=related
Then there’s this execution of a long running campaign that appears to have been made during the Yankophile, hyper-colourful, fucking-hard-to-watch-without-getting-a-headache early nineties:
Where did Banjos go?
What about this work of genius, bumming ‘Bobby’s Girl’ into oblivion without thought or mercy:
And this ad whose music appears to have been based on The Message by Grandmaster Flash (I recall very clearly a schoolfriend recreating this entire ad when I was about 10. I think Hofmeister was weak enough for him to drink):
I knew (and still know) all the words to this (why don’t they serve beer in ‘jars’ anymore? Bollocks to those branded glasses):
No song, but the unforgettable chocadooby-popsquabble:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOFRIWx5F9c&feature=related
And finally, by far the most oft-repeated ad of my schooldays. And university days. And at Watford. And in my office today:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgYP1d5nN2o&feature=related
We’ve got a terry that works the tv editing side of things at our agency (when i say editing, i mean it in the same way that a chainsaw operator would classify himself as a carpenter – shitty fucky things for research etc…)
anyway, he’s a cunt.
feels like the kind of guy that came in one day to paint a wall for the head of maintenance who got him in through a friend of a friend, liked what he saw so thought he’d try a bit of the advertising malarky himself and so stabbed the existing operator in the eye with the plastic shards of a chewed up biro, strangled him with some of those video leads that are always hanging on the back of doors in the agency dubb room, sat down, made himself at home, and has since greeted every well intentioned request with a ‘what the piss flaps do you want you southern maggot’ sneer before pissing off at 5.28 every night so he could go home and bang his wife’s head in the fridge door while making her arse bleed with the rectal scraping that is his nail file of a cock, all because his chop wasn’t cooked proper but she’s okay with it because as far as his mates are concerned he’s the one that’s done good doing all the pictures on em adver-tise-ments like you know the ones you see on the tele.
i forget my original point.
oh yeah. terry is a cunt of a name and this particular terry would’ve looked like a cunt when he came out of his mother’s cunt and at first the doctor would’ve thought it was twins but then realised that one was a baby that looked like the cunt it came out of et-cunting-cetera
Ah. Interesting.
Once Thatcher took my milk away, I was Vauxhall Veloxed.
whoa
what has terry done to you? made a bad mood tape?
chillllll winstaan
I know how you love your movies, Ben, so I thought this might be right up your alley. http://www.uk.imdb.com/title/tt0986230/
I’m trying to find the advert with the jingle ‘Don’t be so mean to your hair’. I think it was V05 Hot Oil. Absolutely terrible, but I really need to hear it again.
That seems to have been cruelly overlooked by the Academy.
Why don’t ya say that ta me face ya soothern fairy. Get ta fook.
i think jars were removed because they are perfect for glassing people.
you can get your hand behind them and really cave someone’s head in.
Lipsmackinthirstquenchin…. etc etc.
Classic stuff.
There’s an old guy, who I’d seen walking about, that was the spit of the hofmeister bear. Well, he wore the same clothes and pork pie hat and walked the same way. Ain’t seen him for a while.
I think he’s dead.
surely no trip down memory lane would be complete without a bit of Kia-ora
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LvLn9PWln8
Too orangey for crows, just for me and my dog
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…..of course the original Milk Tray man was the Australian Gary Myers Who played the part from 68 til the early eighties. The Milk Tray ad that you referenced was actually produced in the seventies and was written by Art Director Norman Icke (Father of Russell Icke the editor and a relative of the stange and interesting David Icke the ex-news reader) at Leo Burnett London (formally The London Press Exchange). ….As you probably know the campaign was originated by Norman (who also came up with ‘Nuts whole hazelnuts’ with Ronnie Bond) and Robin Hall-Smith and the music was written by Cliff Adams…. ……….waffle..drone…bore….
See the face you love light up… and eventually die of smoking related cancer.
My first job in advertising was at ABM in 1984. It was the home of the jingle. Creative Director Rod Allen had a white grand piano in his office on which, at creative reviews, he would play you the song he had composed in response to the brief. A very odd introduction to the business. The ABM reel was hit after hit: this is the age of the train, milk has gotta lotta bottle, I’m a secret lemonade drinker, ever ready – power to the people, harp stays sharp to the bottom of the glass, the Toblerone ‘triangular chocolate’ song, ‘make it neet weet, mate’, etc. But jingles went out of fashion and so did ABM.
Maybe it’s time to bring back the jingle. Unless it’s for Go Compare.
Comments like Neil and Mark’s are the reason I write this bloody thing. Not that the other comments were poor.
And sorry the Accrington Stanley link never works.
Anyone know who did the ‘Triumph has the bra for the way you are’?
Triumph jingle / little known fact:
Written and performed by Gordon Sumner aka
Sting in 1977
I worked for Triumph for 6 years
Headed up marketing
Kevin