Lost - decent marketing idea, answers to the name of BT
If we're arse-baringly honest about it, the BT ads featuring manchild Kris Marshall getting some dreary MILF up the duff were about as stimulating as a handjob from Tattoo in Fantasy Island. Cringing dialogue counterpointed by advertising messages so obvious they caused blunt force trauma ("FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE USE YOUR HOME LANDLINE") left the audience feeling like they'd watched 30 seconds of milk curdling.
But where to next? How can BT possibly top an improbably poor advertising campaign that will fade from the memory quicker than Steve Brookstein? With this:
Avid Bitterwallet reader Justin gets enough crap shovelled through his door, without the need for scummy faux flyers that smack of desperation: "After their online badger-bating they've now stooped to paper snail-mail shots that approximate broadband to a cat." Stay classy, BT. And for the love of sweet baby Jesus, stop giving money to Kris Marshall.