As good as it gets?Normally, I rant and scold, but sometimes you see something so punishingly bad that it hardly seems worth the effort. Throwing your apron over your head and having a good old chuckle seems the only appropriate reaction.
A case in point? The ads that have recently appeared on bus shelters all over Bristol, showing a group of (male) Big Brother housemate-types out on the very depressing looking razzle, under the following headline:
LADS' NIGHT OUT/AMAZING WAITRESS SERVING YOU DRINKS ALL NIGHT LONG/MATES TOGETHER/XYZ CIDER OVER ICE . . . AS GOOD AS IT GETS.
Actually, it looks like the kind of evening when someone is almost certainly going to end up in hospital and/or police custody, so the poverty of an imaganation which really couldn't conjure up anything better doesn't bear thinking about. But the unintended comedy is too life-enhancing to quibble over. I think we should just stand back in awe and enjoy the moment - though obviously not as much as our hair-gelled young friends experiencing the very best that life has to offer.