I’m taking the tube from Paddington into work less often these days. I kid myself that it’s a financial and fitness driven decision. You know, walk into work, save on the tube fare. But the Ugly Truth is that I can’t bear to look at the advert that’s currently placed opposite my usual spot on the Bakerloo Line platform.
For some reason, the company who are happy to put their name to this abomination, Car Giant, seem to think that their corporate values are best summed up in a figurehead who will happily dump a second-hand car on his wife, just so he can save enough folding for a dirty weekend with his doxy. This lunkheaded, smirking goon would be objectionable enough in the seventies. Now, I can’t stand to be within ten feet of the chinfaced thug without wanting to damage something.
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