Too many in the comments to add to the last post, so one more go…
Kipper says that Alka Seltzer was ‘I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.’ That was in America, over here it was Plunk, plunk, fizz, as far as I remember. Other American ads are Wendy’s ‘Where is the beef?’ which I think is a bit odd, isn’t Wendy’s a burger bar? Calgon take me away – ah, over here we had a jingle that irritated me – Washing machines live longer with Calgon. I’m easily irritated. But washing machines are inanimate objects.
Roses grow on you – of course, thank you, Pixie Mum. Mike reminded us of We are the Ovalteenies – I’m singing along (sotto voce, you’ll be glad to know) as I type. AQ has Hands that do dishes…. I mean, she suggested the Fairy Liquid ad – Put a tiger in your tank – was that Shell? That reminds me, The Esso sign means happy motoring – that’s going back a long way, I wonder how many of you could still sing that one. The Shake’n’Vac one was indeed very annoying. Frosties were grrrreat, according to Tony the Tiger.
LZM has some more American ones – Shake N Bake hasn’t made it over here, nor has her Nestles one – but that’s something I meant to mention. Nestlé is correctly pronounced with the acute accent, of course, but it wasn’t in my young day. The Milky Bar advertisement clearly went ‘Nestle’s Milky Bar’ – nestle as in snuggle. As for M’n’M’s melt in your mouth, not in your hand, that was a slogan that was used over here for Treets – which were chocolate in a candy shell, but weren’t there different fillings? One was chocolate, one was peanut…was the other toffee? I can’t remember.
Sir B had as misspent a youth watching tv as I did, citing Hot chocolate, drinking chocolate. A million housewives every day… Beanz Meanz Heinz, and he has a later Esso song too – do check yesterday’s comments if you would like to be reminded in full of all these.
Things go better with Coca Cola. Have a break, have a Kit Kat. Drinka pinta milka day. A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play…the list is almost endless.
So I’ll finish by telling you seeing Ronan today. I was in Norwich for one art lecture this morning and another in the afternoon, so suggested we meet and he kindly treated me to lunch. He was telling me he’s put an app on his phone to keep track of what he eats. “It reminds you to eat, you mean?” I said. Not exactly – it works out the calories and so on, and then he sees how little he tends to eat and scarfs down a few snacks. Healthy ones, of course. Nuts, mostly. The 12 miles a day he cycles use about an extra 500 calories, apparently and he finds it really difficult to eat enough to keep his weight up to 10 stone. “I’m too lazy to eat, you see,” he said, a bit bewilderingly. Mind you, I always knew he would remain slim. Even as a child, when eating cake or pastries, he never picked up the crumbs on a dampened finger and put them in his mouth. I mean, who else doesn’t? Or am I just displaying embarrassingly why I shall never be thin?
Oh, one more thing. Today’s the fourth anniversary of my hip replacement. Three cheers!