Daft cow.
I hate that advert. You know, the big-budget Chanel one that's been doing the round every Christmas for years, in which Nicole Kidman plays an enigmatic yet troubled movie star who just wants to get away from it all. It took me at least 10 watches before I realised there was actually a story, and it was all CGI bollocks. I find Kidman irritating, and that unshaven dolt she cops off with on the roof of what appears to be some skyscraper in 1930s New York is beyond parody.
On the other hand, my current favourite advert is the M&S one where Take That go to Twiggy's house for Christmas, and it's snowing.
That fox who creeps downstairs in her peignoir would make my Christmas, and anywhere Myleene is I'm happy to be. I have to say though, Take That are no good advert for the clothes. Mark Owen looks like Eddie Waring in that trilby, and Gary has never been a style icon. Ever.
But it looks like fun. I love Twiggy.
No Wonder of Woolies ads this year. Shame. I remember one marathon effort with Anita Harris on ice skates from yesteryear. That's what Christmas was all about, wasn't it? Not a reed thin boyish actress being paid trillions to advertise a scent.
