I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes

[venta]

It being a little chilly in our office at present, I've taken to having a mug of instant soup with my lunchtime sarnies. I get the packet out of the box in the drawer, and trot down the kitchen to the hot-water dispenser. As I go, I sing to myself... Nobody makes... soup in a cup... like Bachelors' Cup-a-Soup. Every bloody day.

That hasn't been their advertising slogan for a number of years. And it's not even Bachelors' anyway, it's some cheap knock-off called Soup in a Mug. Yet still I can't so much as look at the things without bursting into song.

Anyone else find themselves cartwheeling into advertland each time they see a particular product ?

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[snathe.livejournal.com]

Although the advert was originally used for Birds Eye Steakhouse Grills, I can't help but launch into the "Will it be chips or jacket spuds..." jingle whenever I see anywhere selling Onion Rings, be they fried or not.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Good grief. I very occasionally sing that when confronted with chips/onion rings/frozen peas/etc, but I had absolutely no idea what it was advertising. I vaguely thought it was oven chips.

Edit: of course, that's pretty good marketing for what's fundamentally a funny-shaped burger.

[valkyriekaren.livejournal.com]

Gods, Steakhouse Grills were vile, weren't they? Mechanically reclaimed meat, lard and bran doused in liquid smoke.

I remember a standup on black comedy show The Real McCoy talking about those adverts, saying that until recently the best job a black actor could get was to be the guy who sings, "Fried onion rings!".

Mmmm... want fried onion rings now. Need to go out for steak soon.