Shitty posts ahead

I have a shed-load of stuff keeping me busy, so I'll be relying heavily on my advertising slop bucket of leftovers and scrag ends to keep the postings going for the next few days.
I'm sitting here covered in paint and woodshavings, excited by one project in particular.
After many months of admin and council bribery I have been given permission to demolish the ugly old Norman church that's been spoiling the view from my cloud-level meditation pod. The stylish new Portakabin that's going to replace it is going to form a key part of my newly revamped advertising agency. I've fired all our management for basically being shit and am replacing them with marmosets who will have to figure out how to work with my brand spanking new brand laboratory. I can't say much more than that right now, other than you'll start to see some experiments that will rock the world of marketing. Exciting times ahead for Chimp Media Monitoring.
Anyway, here's a historical curiosity from my ad bucket. It's twenty years old. It's not the surprise appearance of a now-famous TV star that's noteworthy, but the end-line which is now associated with a completely different brand.