Be quiet, white fella

Like dancing dads and teenage boys posing with their first pint, here’s something that just ain’t right: whities trying on cool rasta accents. Other blogs are reluctant to feature “bad ads”, but then what’s the point of having a blog if you can’t slag them off? I’ve developed a Pavlovian reflex with this monstrosity and have wasted baskets of fruit having chucked them at the screen whenever this appears.
I wonder if the original script required these actors to blacken up and sing old slave shanties. Hell, this is embarrassing.
“Touch me,” he says.
I’ll bleedin’ touch you, you buffoon.
Agency: the otherwise top-notch BBH; Client: The Woolwich