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Here we go then. The worst adverts of 2015. If you're just here for the videos and want to give my usual Christmas Message Of Despair, skip the next 1,000 words...

Some people I know who are teachers have started to tell me recently that children don't necessarily know why we celebrate Christmas. No Jesus, manger, frankincense, little donkeys or Boney M. No Once In Royal David's City, O Little Town Of Bethlehem or God Rest Ye, Merry. Not even that version of Oliver Twist that Alistair Sim did. No, not because of immigrants or loony-left councils.

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They think it's something to do with shopping. Some other people I know - people who are legally adults - got so excited by the arrival of a Coca-Cola truck in Sunderland I'm fairly sure they soiled themselves. When I pressed them further it became fairly clear they thought Saint Nick was something to do with fermented vegetable extract.

Easter? Chocolate eggs. Hallowe'en? Gaudy tat from pound shops that catches fire in any room above body temperature. Bonfire Night? Bangy things. September: Back To School. May: Barbecues, beach holidays and booze. November onwards: the Christmas Behemoth. We even have days dedicated to shopping: Black Friday; Cyber Monday; the New Year Sales. Mother's Day, Father's Day, birthdays - our lives are mediated by how, when and where we spend money.

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Everything that we do is filtered through spending money. Shopping. Adverts. Our whole way of life is driven by acquisition - or the desire to acquire things. Forget the library, theatre, cinema, park, gallery or even pub - people go down the shops for something to do these days. They rule our lives.

Nando's is event living. Starbucks a daily gift to oneself. Maccies is a treat. We're so entranced by McDonald's, in fact, that we'd rather step over a dying man than risk getting our Happy Meal.

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We show our love for another by exchanging cookery books that will never be read; box-sets forgotten and filed the second they're watched and Christmas jumpers thrown out the second the deccies come down. The system we've decided to live by is predicated on us having, eating and burning more things.

It's a manifesto for our own unhappiness and subjugation. But it's an insanity that we're happy to go along with as long as our friendly local supermarkets keep us fed, banks keep giving us money and TV provider keeps churning out good-looking trash. Advertising is the oil that greases the wheels of this ridiculous state of affairs.

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And so we absorb it, assimilate it and are influenced by these little precision-guided films without even knowing it. To buy, eat, drink, travel. To tell us that we deserve it. To understand that the overriding thing in life is to have whatever you want, whenever you want it. To be the masters of our own ultimate doom.

When we've burned the last fossil fuels, chopped down the last tree, concreted the last pasture and eaten the last of the penguins we'll still have adverts telling us that we deserve more. That we should have more. Adverts are the ultimate expression of the way we enslave ourselves.

Not only that, they're really fucking annoying too. These are my selection for the worst adverts of 2015 but you can tell me which one you hated the most below. And if your most despised isn't present, feel free to add it below. In a futile way, you might just improve the human condition in some infinitesimal, unmeasurable and wholly pointless manner. But it might stave off the existential loneliness for a few minutes.

The Worst Adverts of 2015

My choices for the worst of the crop are below. Underneath that a poll. Read, weep and vote for your most-hated.


People used to quite like advert families. The Bisto Family. The Nescafe Couple. The Milky Bar Kid. We welcomed them into our homes and missed them when they were gone. But somewhere along the line things changed. Now we don't like advert families. We hate them. We've learned to distrust our Gods - the banks and supermarkets and car-makers and broadcasters. We may never stop using them. But in this set of Tesco adverts is a new paradigm. We hate these adverts - and we hate the businesses behind them.

Vax Air Cordless Lift

Like a mongoose brushes off cobra venom, I'm immune to the supposed charms of Miranda Hart. I find her whole 'whoops I'm a bit clumsy and look a bit weird' shtick a massive turn-off. In fact I'd rate my fondness for Miranda Hart as somewhere between 'acquiring wisdom teeth' and 'claiming housing benefit'. This Vax advert has all the traits that leave me colder than an Iceland party-food pack present and correct.


Only a total bell-end could have written this ghastly faux-twee affair. A proper Clem Fandango. Someone with a sleeve full of tats, a vial of expensive beard oil and a belief that Ed Sheeran, Catfish and the Fucking Bottlemen and Kodaline are the last words in amazing music. Hateful.


An exercise so fundamentally disturbing it can only have been made by actual children or psychopaths. Though it is incredibly fitting in that Haribo seems to have a phenomenal ability to reduce adults to dribbling infants.


I guess trying to make people go to a Travelodge in this day and age is a fool's errand, but breaking out the puppets just results in a mawkish, try-hard and charmless spot that suggests a polar opposite to common belief: that you'd be mad not to stay at a Travelodge.


The equivalent of buying David Attenborough and making him read out Katie Hopkins columns for the sheer Hell of it. Grisly, depressing - the utter triumph of cold, hard cash over something joyous and innocent.


A surreal, grotesque sex nightmare harder to avoid in 2015 than George Osborne's horrible smug little face. Still, there are definitely bigger and more annoying arses on television. George Osborne, for example.


The man who says 'You make me laugh Cortana' looks like he's physically choking on the words. He looks appalled and ashamed of himself. But what's bizarre is that many, many people - perhaps 100 - sat and watched and nodded and smiled while this abomination was allowed to happen. Even when the man looks like he'd rather shoot himself in the head than say those words. You can see it on screen - a man whose very soul is dying in front of our eyes. And everyone involved still said 'yep, that's the shot. Print it. We're using that one.'

In the cult sci-fi film Cube a massive, self-contained, indestructible death-trap is constructed simply because no-one involved in its creation ever questions what their tiny part in its making portends. No-one ever questions it; no-one ever stops doing their job and something inexplicably terrible just happens as a result. Just like this Clean Bandit Cortana advert. A vast, mechanised, purposeless killing machine. Only the advert is much worse.


If anything good has emerged from austerity it's that our relationship with banks has been changed forever. We finally learned to distrust big business in 2015, though we haven't quite figured out yet what to do about it. In that context Lloyds' desperate, misjudged 'we're your friends, really' advert felt as outdated as Jeremy Corbyn's wardrobe.

John Lewis

John Lewis finally runs out of steam with the 593rd iteration of its cover-versioned sad-sad-sad-happy routine. A tired, misfiring cry-wank of a glory-years photocopy.


Andrex seems to be on a mission to make people spew up into their TV dinners, with this the latest in a long succession of adverts apparently intent on either discussing bodily matter in great detail - or inspiring their sudden emergence.


Nothing against Vauxhall, I just hate Jake Bugg - a man with a voice like a stress headache.


Aldi graduates to the same level as the usual Big Four suspects with an ad featuring one of those singing voices that sounds like a Victorian urchin has been rescued from a gin parlour then partially educated by an aristocrat. The result is an estuary whine less loveable than cholera.


Fuck off Postman Twat.

Virgin Media

Appalling, insulting, patronising drivel that dares to compare Paloma Faith to Billie Holiday and a lady who plays football to Emmeline Pankhurst. Women - apparently these are your Gods? Lots of bonus points for being insufferably smug and boasting an abysmal soundtrack. The last shot of the young girl glancing across to the camera physically pains me. 'Women who rock'. Dear Christ.

Vote: Worst Adverts of 2015

Vote for your worst adverts of 2015 here. But think carefully - you can only choose one...

And finally...

Finally, thanks to Jon 'Holmesy' Holmes for sending in this billboard spotted in Ealing. I have absolutely no bloody idea what the Hell is going on, but felt it deserved to be mentioned here.


  • Ronnie

    “These are a few of my favourite things” by Aldi makes me reach for the mute button.
    Also the twee Flora adverts make me want to shoot my tv because I just can’t stand those muggy little cunts

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  • Ken

    John Lewis gets my vote as the result of several years of cumulative hate…
    I’m aware that Tesco should’ve really been the recipient, but at least the milf is sufficiently milf-y and doesn’t give Twatman the time of day…

  • Jackyladdo

    Great list. Can I vote for all of them please?

  • Ooh Matron

    The poll removes any doubt that advertising is infested with clueless, self satisfied, verminous twats.

  • Paul LJ Catlow

    Had a go at deconstructing the Cake Box one on your Facebook page. The key, I suspect, is the ethnicity of the people in the advert, as I’ve not seen the advert outside the Levenshulme, Longsight or Rusholme areas of Manchester. If you’re White British – you may not be the demographic the advertisers are aiming at with this one….

    area of town? I ask because I’ve seen similar in Longsight,
    Levenshulme, Rusholme in Manchester, the big Asian districts. Daresay
    Sparkbrook and Bradford have them too. A general observation about Asian
    areas in any big British city: there appears
    to be big money in adverts targetted at the Pakistani, Bangladeshi,
    Indian communities. So you get big glossy adverts in these areas. They
    just look…odd…. to native British eyes. Not only different cultural
    conditioning, (eg, Indian sweets are nauseatingly sweet to British
    taste: I’m betting these cakes are also overladen with sugar to the
    point of instant tooth decay, despite being egg-free).

    lot of the background stuff on Stockport Road looks incredibly dated to
    British eyes, suggesting Indian/Pakistani advertising practice grounded
    some time in the 1960’s and has yet to catch up. (Perhaps Robin Brown
    might have an observation on this?) Even shop fronts seem stuck in
    styles ranging from 1940’s Lahore to 1960’s New Delhi – but you’d expect
    this, if the shopfitters, advertisers, etc were trained at home and
    brought local perceptions of style and up-to-date with them.

    The advert
    above has echoes of the sort of thing we might have seen in the 1970’s,
    for instance – it looks kind of quaintly dated. It also evokes a scene
    in a Bollywood movie – do not underestimate how Bollywood imagery sells
    to the Asian community. Appreicate the awfully tacky-looking image and
    accept it probably looks sophisticated and cutting-edge to its target
    audience – it’s not meant for us!

    I’m no cultural
    expert, but Indian/Pakistani social attitudes do seem to be decades
    behind white Britain – it’s no surprise that ethnic-directed advertising
    would reflect this and look decades behind the times. (Dad works, Mum
    stays at home, kids expected to know their place, nothing too risque, et

  • Ha! We’ve got a couple of those Cakebox billboards in Leamington! I had no idea it was a chain, the ad gave it the feel of a local company. At a distance, it looks like the kid is holding a shoe. I thought, WTF does that have to do with cakes? And they couldn’t afford to employ two models to stand behind him so they just shot one woman (probably his mum) and flipped her.
    As for the worst TV ad: a strong late surge from Tesco, but it’s got to be Travelodge for me. In fact, any ad with pseudo-Muppets.

  • Chris

    Granted they are all bad but nothing gives me nightmare quite like that horrific “Book” sound byte from the TripAdvisor ad. Its easily my worst ad ever and thats saying something

    • Ronnie


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