I could offer some searing insight into the financial crisis, or… some YouTube vids. C’mon… work’s busy.
So, that famous Halifax CardCash ad from the mid 1980s, featuring the first loft-living Yuppie most of us had ever seen. He woke up with perfect hair but no money, no milk and a hungry cat – but it was fine, because he could get some cash from a hole in the wall. A drama played out to the MOR sounds of Lionel Ritchie’s Easy Like Sunday Morning. Glory days for British advertising.
…and a TSB ad from the days when bank advertisments didn’t feature that damned Howard – they just grooved, baby:
* In my evening paper sub-editing days, “Happier days” was the cliche kicker of choice when adding a caption to a picture which showed – say – someone happily posing with the family they would later go on brutally slay. As in: “HAPPIER DAYS: cold-blooded axe killer Bob McFinty is all smiles with his wife and mother-in-law in this picture, taken only days before his frenzied attack.”
I should say that the cliche made print only when the chief subeditor didn’t spot it – he hated it, for reasons I now understand.
