You know what, Churchill? I love…
…this witless run of adverts where we live together like some charmless analogue of a BBC children’s series from the 80s?
No. I love…
…earning a packet for whoring myself out for a series of adverts that are destined to become loathed by everyone who sees them because of their sheer ominpresence?
No (well, obviously the money bit). But largely no. I love…
…my stupid voice?
No. I love…
…this weak attempt to copy the meerkat effect by making what was once a mildy diverting nodding dog character into a carpet-bombed attempt at a tedious meme?
No. I love the time I found this decapitated Churchill dog in a car-park in Liverpool.
Oh… no, no, no, no…
