Saturday, 8 June 2013
Is Advertising a disincentive?
Maybe it's just natural contrariness, a determination not to be influenced, or simply weariness with the whole process, but ad's fail to suck me in.
Television advertising as I've said often, unless it has a quirky, or cute appeal, Meerkats, cats with thumbs, the very strange Pilgrim cheese ad, or something similar, make no impression on me and I never know what the product is that is being pushed.
Telephone cold calling rouses me to fury rather than enthusiasm and my only response is at best, indifference, at worst, rudeness.
Paper through the door is, as far as I am concerned, simply a stage on the journey to the recycling bin.
Last evening, it must have been fairly late, since I was out at choir practice and it awaited me on my return, a huge wad of leaflets had been shoved through the letter-box.
For once, since I was sitting with cuppa, I decided to look at them before binning the lot.
I was invited to sell my house - yes certainly, why hadn't I thought of that.
I was invited to a local hair salon to have my hair coloured, highlighted and or cut, does no-one in the world still not realise that my last visit to a hairdresser was in 1975 - I cut my hair with nail-scissors, have never had it coloured nor wished to and don't care what the fashion is.
The least inviting ad of all was to take tea - lovely expression that - at a local would be posh hotel for the princely sum of thirty pounds.
I don't do posh and if I did, it would be the real thing, not an urban fake.
To top it all, for the past ten days or so I have been bombarded with phone calls from people wanting to buy the camper-van I have advertised for sale.
I don't own a camper or any other type of van. Do not drive, have no vehicle and never advertise anything for sale.
To make it more irritating the people calling are all from the Birmingham area and when I ask where they got my number, find they are calling a different number completely, but it is apparently being transferred, either electronically or via Mars to my number.
To date I have had nine calls and am rapidly running out of patience.
I would love to live in a world where there was no advertising, but don't fancy the move (in my camper-van) to another planet.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 5:03:00 pm