
Just a personal view but, boy did they call that one wrong…

Just a personal view but, boy did they call that one wrong…

A reassuring note but I suspect he may never had to use it…. Life, eh?

‘Nuff said. Ho ho ho.

Because nothing in a romantic Christmas beats ensuring a joint funeral at Easter. Ho ho ho.

Really? It’s sometimes amazing that anyone with that extra “Y” chromosome lived past 1962… Ho ho ho.

This advert was found, in part at least, to resonate with sons rather than their fathers, particularly by John Hincley, Mark Chapman & Mehmet Agča; everybody has to start somewhere. Ho ho ho.

Any man following the message carried in this advert is effectively signing his own death warrant; any Coroner worth his salt will put the cause of death down as either suicide or death by misadventure. Ho ho ho.

It was the glamor of this advert that suggested to Jos Slapper in 1911 his move into the world of rubbing and cosmetic lard from his existing bacon-based food business; Jos Slapper & Sons remained the world’s leading suppliers of recreational pig fat products until the outbreak of war in 1939 when their entire stock was requisitioned for use as artillery lubricants.

The perfect woman to take to the new style morally and religiously-correct Trumpian social events of 2017.

Nothing gets old faster than the future….
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