Too orangey for crows, it’s just for me and my dawg

Advertising. It’s something we are bombarded with every hour of every day. Yet, back in the day the writers of advert scripts seemed to have a little more about themselves

As a kid, Saturday morning’s, if I’d behaved the previous week, would mean a trip to the cinema if I was really lucky. At the cinema the B movie wouldn’t start until the adverts had run their time.

Mostly I remember an advert for a local indian takeaway, but the ad that really stands out in my memory was for the orange drink that came in a plastic carton and a separate straw. As the advert below suggests, it was very organgey.





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