YOU’RE HIRED: Dr Leah and her immovable beauty pageant face – frozen at 24 by the delights of dermal filler. Turns out Lordsiralun is quite happy to cope with the ambiguous ethics of getting people to inject barely regulated substances into their cheeks, as the profit margins are way bigger than edible sprinkles.
Boooooooooooo: Luisa babes, my sweepstakee, you and I woz robbed. Probably because your pitch didn’t feature Francesca in a Primarni cropped top and Shoreditch Boxpark leggings performing a rhythmic gymnastics routine.
Market research: It could have been me! I work just round the corner from where Myles and Fran were politely asking people if they wanted to have their disgusting blotchy decrepit faces treated by a company called 'I’m.Going.To.Slice.Your.Face.Open'.
Eyebrows-watch: Alex was back, bitches! But, oddly, wearing glasses to obscure the brows. Still, good to see him and Uzma on the ‘let’s promote plastic surgery’ task. Examples to us all.
Next week: That's it! We are DONE.
I'll let the Committee of Advertising Practice have the last word.
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