All posts by Steve Evans

International Marmite ambassador. Pirate. Warm Shower. Cat person.

Gambling Ads

Funny old world isn’t it. Funny old country, the UK. When something is plainly SO wrong it stuffs you in the face with a poison stick every time you see it, yet a Government cannot bring itself to change things.

Gambling adverts are not a thing anyone, anywhere, ever, needs. Yet they persist – on TV, online, behind sportspeople being interviews, on sports kit.

Vested interest? How do we find out?

Amazin’

Here in the UK we have what I guess you have to call a ‘magazine’ show, every weekday evening at 7pm.

‘The One Show’ truly is TV for the vacant. Presenters and guests twiddle on, laughing at nothing, telling us how amazin it is, roughly every minute.

Faces assume stern, concerned and serious bit comes on ‘we want to say a big thank you, to Sue, of Barnsley, who for the last 309 years has fed her wheelchair bound step-son through a straw attached to a giant JCB digger, amazin”

I counted how many times I heard ‘Amazin’ in half an hour (I know, I know, I’m hurting myself) – 28 bloody times.

The Riverside pub, Tuckton, Dorset UK.

Such a lost opportunity

I think I can safely guarantee, that in ANY country on this planet, other than the UK, the place where this (typically British) sign sits, would be the start of a set of steps.

So, Mitchell & Butler, here’s the idea you missed. The steps I mentioned above would lead down to a wooden jetty / landing stage. It’s lit up in the evenings, and from May to October small boats, paddle-boarders, kayakers et al, use this entrance to join you, and partake of your £18.25 -plus Burgers.

Yes, the council will need to be involved, yes, the boat hire guys down the road will love you, yes the place will become (and not claim falsely) to be a ‘premier’ destination, and yes it’ll take work & money. Sorry, just money – no-one at Mitchell & Butler’s will actually be knee deep in the River Stour with a hammer, I presume.

The full height locking gate ‘up’ from said Jetty opens at midday, and closes when the kitchen stops. Simple idea, yet transformative.

TWO fences guys, don’t be mis-lead here!