I found this old video clip on my phone, recorded off an episode of the Channel Four docu-dating show The Undateables.
For those less familiar, the show helps people with disabilities find romance (those who tend to struggle through traditional methods). I hate the title of the show, but like its delivery.
Even though I recorded it back in early March 2020, prior to the C word kicking off, re-watching it cheered me up. So wonderfully British.
I think we all need a bit of a Lewis perspective in our lives.
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In the UK, the John Lewis Christmas ad is kinda a big deal. In recent years it’s created a tadition of being the most finically invested, beautifully created and, therefore, most anticipated television advert of the year. It’s not acceptable to eat a mince pie until the John Lewis Christmas advert has broadcast on television sets.
Based on that, I present to you the John Lewis Christmas advert 2016 – #BusterTheBoxer.
You’re going to need to watch this for context to the below:
Now I’ve/you’ve seen the full advert, here are a few thoughts. My very British thoughts.
#BusterTheBoxer is not an acceptable title for a beautiful and/or Christmas advert. You guys spent £1 million on production and you couldn’t produce a better title than a hashtag? You guys charged per word or somthing?
That dog isn’t cute.
Whatever happened to nodding dogs?
That girl is going to destroy her bed.
I’m sorry, what decent parenting allows their kid to get away with that much bouncing?
Anyone who has ever been a kid/parent (i.e. everyone) knows that expecting a child to sleep on Christmas eve and not react to clattering in the garden is expecting way too much.
Goodbye to your chances of getting Alan Titchmarsh to redesign your garden. That thing is a beast and is going to kill off your grass to buggery.
Also – good luck mowing around that mate.
Ok, I’m going to have to suspend reality for a bit here I can see.
That is cute.
Oh no, don’t invite the hedgehog on, with his spikes that is a minor injury waiting to happen. I hope the dad kept the receipt, spike damage on a trampoline is going to be pret-ty noticable.
Mate, I wouldn’t be too down about it, with that many animals on there you wouldn’t reach optinmum bounce anyway.
Never snows on Christmas.
That trampoline is far too clean. You’re expecting me to believe that the animals of Farthing wood all came down and had a massive garden party on that thing and there’s no foot prints, scratches or poop on that thing? That thing should be reaking of ferral animal right now. Unless we skipped the scene where Peter Rabbish and Jemima Puddle-Duck came down and cleaned it up?
Real unattractive dog gets upstarted by CGI unattaractive dog.
Ok, I guess it is kida cute though.
Why do all the humans look so confused/stoned? Given their reaction shouldn’t the overall message be “Christmas is for sharing, idiots”?
Well that was nice, I actually needed that. Oh wait, Trump is still going to be president, better get back to screaming into a pillow and ditching Christmas presents for stocking up on tinned goods!
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