Even though I am most cranky and irritable and work sodden I would still wish you happy gingerday and of course kick off the countdown to beer o'clock. VITAL on Gingerdays. Sheepie is quite right.
Today's retro Ginger is actually brought to you by Medbh, she of the double puppy delight I'm so envious of. See Medbh knows, as do I, the power of ginger is so awesome that only rarely can it be used in advertising, less it blow every other non ginger advertisement clean out of the water or wattur as I have just hear it called. Thus ad-men the length and breadth of the universe signed a deal swearing not to abuse the heady power of the ginger.
'Let's use those insipid blondes and boring brunettes.' They said to one another over cigars and Cognac. 'We'll put in treaty format, anyone wanting to use a fabulous flaming Ginger must apply and get a permit.'
'Also, we'll make getting the elusive permit harder to get than getting planning permission to do ANYTHING in Co. Wicklow.'
'Huzzah! Gadzooks! More Cognac!'
'Ginger be praised!'
And LO! it did come to pass. And this is the reason you alost hardly never ever see gingers flogging stuff in adverts. Unfair advantage you see.
(the gratis shot of Carrot-toppicus love muffincus is just to dampen everybody's underwear. See? I AM kind)
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