After being subjected to Amazon broadcasting their Christmas ad once every millisecond on the tv and ruining a perfectly good song as well (the AA managed to do the same with Proud Mary) and M & S thinking it was hip to advertise their Christmas jumpers to music that sounded like somebody running their nails up and down a blackboard the lettering on the Mute button on my remote has taken a bit of a pounding and is barely visible these days.
Oh the peace – no more Black Friday ads, Valentine ads where if you don’t get a card and an overpriced Pandora charm you are unloveable, Easter ads where most of the ad men don’t even know what Easter means.
I suspect my Christmas wish that all ad companies will suddenly go into liquidation will not come true so the next best thing is to turn off the tv in 2020.
The bliss of not having to wait for the Doof, Doof, Doof moment at the end of Eastenders, not having to watch talentless individuals like Gemma Collins fall flat on her face on every tv appearance or a female Doctor Who (baaaad decision that BBC!!).
No, my time will be spent on calmer more worthwhile stuff like helping out at my local animal sanctuary, trying to learn to Scuba Dive, getting to grips with flash photography and chilling (full list to be published on Jan 1, together with everybody else’s in Blogland)