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Thursday, 15 March 2007
Welcome to the World of Geronimo Sideboard-Wainwright III or...They've Just Rebadged It You Fool!)
Goodbye Reg.....say howdy Gez!
Well, waddya think? Makes a world of difference, eh? Things should really take off now because this is the all new, improved, washing whiter than white Grantham New Town! I have finally entered the 21st Century - I have learnt the genius which is behind "rebranding".
I watched a programme today about the wonderful world of advertising, a world which regular readers of the old, stuffy, out-of-date, not "fit for purpose" blog will know I absolutely adore. Basically, the programme was trying to get people to work in advertising by claiming that it was an exciting, rewarding and worthwhile career. To that end, all the fab and brain-taxing "skills" employed by those already in the industry were outlined.
Re-branding was the central theme. You know, where some lounge lizard, shiny-suited, hair-gelled, advertising twat who uses gallons of cheap aftershave every day in a pathetic attempt to cover up the all-too obvious pungent aroma eminating from him because he is a total wanker/cunt decides that Snacko Wheatyflakes could make their manufacturers more money? Producing a replacement breakfast cereal not packed with salt, sugar, saturated fats and more Es than there are Evans in Wales would involve a bit of thought and spending some money - so that is right out! No, what they do is just change the name of the product, then everyone will think it is completely different, "new and improved". Advertisers always say something is "new" AND "improved", to distinguish it from products churned out by those highly successful companies which have built their place in the market by making something new which is crappier than the old thing they made!
We had Marathon becoming Snickers, Opal Fruits became Starburst, Jif became Cif (that must have been a long meeting), Oil of Ulay became Oil of Olay (how proud they must have been at the advertising awards ceremony), Royal Mail became Consignia - before the chairman realised what a wanky idea it was and changed it back - and the AA became Centrica. Even kiddies weren't left alone. Children's television became CBBC, Watch With Mother-style programmes became even more ridiculously CBeebies, independent telly followed with CITV and, holy of holies, Blue Peter became BP (no doubt when it was taken over by the oil giant!). Then, the best of the lot, The National Socialist Party became New Labour. The list is almost endless.
Well, not to be left behind, I have rebranded. Suddenly, everything is "new and improved". It's a belter. Why didn't I think of it before?
Oh, and I've not just re-badged the blog. I am rebranding myself! I have decided that, in order to obtain optimum market share, it is no longer appropriate to use my real name. No, Reg Pither is no more. I thought long and hard about a pen name. I wanted something earthy, homely, classy and English yet exciting, vibrant and with more than a hint of danger - so I have plumped for Geronimo Sideboard-Wainwright III.
I can now be e-mailed at "geronimo.sideboard-wainwright3@hotmail.co.uk". The old, faded, so-yesterday "reg_pither@hotmail.com" will, however, remain in service during the course of this rebranding experiment.
(NOTE: For the hard of humour, this IS intended to be sarcastic! Normal service, and Reg, will return shortly.)
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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007
SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1.
From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).
Monday, 12 November 2007
Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.
....And On the Subject of Great Public Services
I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.
...There's More
On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!
Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!
Oh...........my............God!!!!!
My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007.
I wish I'd sung this!
For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can.
(P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.)
P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.
To Make You Laugh and Cry
I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons.
On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
This Is My Life, Rated | |
Life: | 4.2 |
Mind: | 4.1 |
Body: | 2.7 |
Spirit: | 8 |
Friends/Family: | 1.6 |
Love: | 0 |
Finance: | 5.9 |
Take the Rate My Life Quiz |
I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things
Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact.
To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:
Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........
In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today.
The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared.
Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.
Life On The Edge - No Net.
I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal?
Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having!
Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting!
Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.
The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?
Be honest........
Who fucking cares!!
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