It looks like poo!

This is most certainly not going to be a Grrrreat post! I refer you please, to the link below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bLndLiDy5w

There are several issues I have with this. First of all, it's a shit advert and has one of the most annoying jingles I have ever heard. Secondly, there have been lots of internet-fuelled conspiracy theories (all false) stating that the poor kid who stars in the commercial killed himself shortly after it first aired because he was so embarrassed. He's had a lot of hateful comments posted about him, and I think this is really unfair. He is too young to realise the folly of appearing in such a thing, and should have our understanding and support, nay, pity, rather than have scorn poured upon him. And why do I feel this way?

Because once I was almost one of these advert kids!

Let me take you back to around 1982, when I would have been aged around six. Like most other little girls, I attended dancing classes, and through this, I later discovered, our details were passed to a casting agency and from time to time we would be called for auditions if we fitted the brief for whichever TV show or advert was being cast. Of course, at the time, I was not told why I was going off to all these auditions at the BBC, I'm sure I'd have made more of an effort if I'd known I might have got to be on television! Anyway, often I was cast asunder at the first hurdle, for having the wrong colour hair or not being the right height, but on one occasion I eventually made it through to the final call for a Nutella advert. The last audition consisted of being given some bread with Nutella on it (for those not in the know, it's chocolate hazelnut spread), and being asked to react by saying "Mmmmm", or enthusing in an appropriate manner about how yummy the product was. So I was handed this bit of bread, and I had no idea what the hell was spread on it! My parents fed me pretty sensibly at home, and whilst I was familiar with jam, chocolate spread was a complete mystery to me. I was given the nod by the casting director and was expected to bite into it then dissolve into rapturous admiration for the taste, but I just wasn't that good an actress. "Eurgh, what's this?" was my first unscripted improvisation in front of the camera. "Go on, take a bite, it's really nice" prompted the director, encouragingly. "But it looks like poo!" I replied, and at that moment ended all chances of a television career. Who knows, my life could have turned out so differently if only I'd been exposed to more additives and junk food in my early childhood...

Ever since, I have been on a quest to seek my 15 minutes of fame, but that of course is a topic for another day.