don't fall for it

One question for this billboard: Why?


Why does it take a strong character to wear purple everyday? Why is purple is not yet the new black? (Indigo's close enough surely?)
"Ha ha!" growls the billboard in munterish, deep Hauraki FM dj tones, "people might think you're a poofter, mate."
Classic. Makes me wanna buy your product.
This is guy-to-guy talk, given that purple is an acceptable colour to wear if you're female. So the coffee is male, apparently, and so are you, the billboard viewer. And yet....

That last one says "squeeze me and I'll blow you a kiss!"
Uh, I think I'll pass...
Ps: mauvember not movember! (such glowing ashes would be quite pretty wouldn't they?)

you saw a banana?! split!

This is not technically a billboard, but it was on the back of my bus ticket, so it *is* an image I saw on my way home: Ew, what bad taste fruit! (geddit?) As running away screaming "don't get fresh with us!" (geddit?) doesn't really shout "attitude", I take it the tag line is referring to Mr Banana.
So they want us to buy their products because they're made with dirty old man bananas?
Funnily enough, I have no appetite no more.
Though I guess it is a *flasher* banana (geddit?).

morning glory

I once got kicked out of a flat for being too happy in the mornings. How insufferable I was in my salad days!
Now, of course, part of the problem of forgetting (gasp!) to put up this post last night is that it's morning-cotton-wool-head gal writing to you, not night-owl gal.
Coincidentally, this ad is all about mornings:

As with employment law, the devil writes the fine print:

Insufferable milk!? That clash and the doors slamming was Anchor getting kicked out of our flat.

introducing... boiled veg?

Shout-outs to my girl Donna, who grew up in Roskill South and went to May Road Primary School. You can now move back from overseas and never have to leave home again!


The hood must be weeping with relief that it's getting a supermarket to spread the good news about new flavas and teach everyone how to make tasty food, finally.
The goat flaps and taro, plantains and barfi from the Dominion Rd shops around the corner have always been sooooo banal.
And let's face it, the infinite flavours at Spice Invaders down Stoddard Road are pretty much all from the old-world.