That ad makes my blood simmer. This one makes my blood boil.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJHglcAaVxo

Though I’ll grant you, Beardy McSmugsauce is more annoying than my offering of Barry Murphy’s fat brother and Hector and Jason Byrne’s apologetic love child.

Can’t agree with you more. I saw it as a further sign of society’s collapse. I was also under the impression that my concerns were an obvious sign that I was as old as the hills. Or at least my morals were.

I have been saying this to anybody who’d listen, and to lots who wouldn’t, for the last fortnight.

Sending a group text to your mates to go carolling would have you sectioned, at least in my peer group. The idea that a bevy of curvy lasses would fetch up in Santagram outfits and join my other seasonally attired mates in perfectly rehearsed chorus is risible.

I’m guessing that the Meteor marketing people said to the ad people:

“Get us a guy with a beard. Beards are in. I’m thinking Fleet Foxes. I’m thinking edgy”.

Ad guy looks for actors with beards and settles on a wooly-headed div with clunky facial expressions and big fingers.

But as bad as it is, it couldn’t compare to that ad with the guy traversing the country in the Citroen DS. That was a travesty of a taller order. Or the one with the hairless cat falling out a window into a risotto whipped up by Gino DiCampo.

Actually, that last one might have worked.

Why can’t the ad agency just do a typical New Years Eve night in Banagher, and show everyone sending lame texts to their mates. The signoff line is:

They may hate you for sending crap texts this Christmas. But at least they’re free with Meteor.

Heh heh, spot on.
That smug beardo encapsulates all that is wrong with this country.
Bring back the National Service!

No, Donald, you’re not alone. A Facebook group entitled “I hate that smug pr*ck from the Meteor ad” already has over 2,000 members and counting.

DC – you and Twenty Major

http://short.ie/5fi5wv

still think the vodafone ad is far more infuriating. notably the use of crimbo and babes in the same sentance. associations with joe duffy and the fact that the idiots simpleton girlfriend slept through the proccessed snow being churned out by a large heavy duty machine only highlight the fact that vodafone phone has beaten meteor as the most infuriating ad of the festive period. he is still a smug beardy git tho.

Yikes! Nothing I have written has ever (Lucy’s lone objection noted) generated such furious support. I have no argument with those who find the Vodafone commercial worse. I think I actually rubbed my eyes in appalled disbelief when the lady in the scanty santy costume (that’s the right ad, yes?) turned up on the phone. Who made Benny Hill King of the World again?

As much as it pains me to say this as I bloody hate that ad aswell and think it’s a terrible idea.. But that annoying beardy character is quite a hit with the female population(girlfriend included)… sorry now,but I must ask the question-”HOW ON EARTH?!”
Hate that AD!!

Not being from Ireland but having lived here a good many years I must say that that ad is the most AMERICANISED pile of **** I have ever witnessed.
What did they ask for a **** version of Mr. Jack Black to be the “STAR”???!

All good comments. The sad thing is the folks at Meteor are probably delighted by all the attention we’re giving them. Remember the Shake ‘n’ Vac principle: who cares if they hate the ad as long as they’re talking about it.

Donald (comment 16), you’re actually thinking of the 3 Mobile campaign there.

They’re all at it.

I reckon in a culture war represented by a carolling rumble between the Manhattan Transfer as managed by Whit Stilman and Thirty Odd Foot of Grunts and its tour entourage I would be a conscientious objector praying for Mutually Assured Destruction. That said, I am particularly irked by that bearded smirk in a jumper. However, a growing Resistance with in excess of 2,000 members on Facebook and, especially, that ‘Twenty Major’ link…oh dear.
Some of the comments on ‘Twenty Major’ lead me to imagine that the germ of a new dance craze has lodged itself within the minds of the 21st Century Jimmy Porters of our Republic. As soon as their girlfriends settle down in anticipation of a few easeful hours in front of the television, certain gentlemen roar ‘C**t’ at the screens for some inexplicable reason. Squeeze said gentlemen into smackable lederhosen, choreograph proceedings to some bumptious polka music and you have a mass movement to rival line dancing. Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah, slap-slap-slap, C**T! More fun than a conga line of Agadoos. Or a boot stamping on a beardy face forever. Aging fart that I am, re. ‘Twenty Major’, I’m probably just overreacting to the harmless japes of a few overexcited scamps but maybe, to stretch the initial comparison Basil Fawlty-style, (see the ‘Waldorf Salad’ episode), If Holle has a bierhalle then Ernst Rohm is raising a stein in salute to his kind of volk.

@24

You’re absolutely right, Paul. Jeez. What is it with mobile phone ads?

Glad to see i’m not alone – that ad really gets my goat. I can’t figure it out , do they want us to relate to the smug beardy bullying meteor using oaf or to the nicer talented better dressed non-meteor users ? Maybe this ad and the vodafone ‘crimbo’ one were actually devised by O2.

Does anyone else get the impression that this is a subversive dig at a suppposed snobby image of vodafone? It gives me the impression Meteor like to think they’re the ”people’s” phone network. The flashy red of the superior carol singers is too much to ignore for me

I agree completely.

My wife has told me to stop giving out about this ad every time it comes on! I just can’t help myself, it just doesn’t make any sense. Where’s the festive spirit??

I don’t know who is meant to relate to any of the ads for mobile phone companies. They usually present their customers or the people who work for them in a very unattractive light.

Call me an old curmudgeon but I will still refer to the as the Point and to the stadium as Lansdowne Road.

‘The killer inside’ was filmed in 19776? wow

Here’s another thing:
Choreographed, in tune, well rehearsed carol singers are a rarity.
Those that do engage in this practice, from what i’ve seen, are generally raising money for charity, or raising awareness for something…
So, to me, the sentiment of this ad is “F**k charity, he’s trendy, buy our phones!”

Thank you Donald!

I’ll often have a good rant at infuriating ads, only to be met with silence from friends,girlfriend, whoever… But put peaceful acquiescence is what they want! Only by verbally vomiting the jingles and special offers back in their faces can we hope to remain untainted!

Second point: the beard and scarf combination may have replaced the afro, which for years has represented the apex of cosmpolitan cool and a devil may care attitude in adworld
Prepare yourselves for a decade of beards and scarves…

I’m a card carrying member of the Facebook group: “I hate that smug prick from the Meteor ad” you should check it out

I do hate that add, the beardy guy has an annoying smile, but its the Celtic Tiger choir on the other side (populated by pouting Alex girls and their gay friends) who have obviously just come back from a massive shopping trip to BT to buy some god-awful clothes made by slaves in Dubai “on loike Daddy’s card, OMG yeah right like” that really make me want to reach for that 9mm browning I have been saving up for when we can legally execute anyone under 25 who bought a new Audi in the last 5 years, works in “marketing” or anyone called Sorcha, in public.

They are also obviously singing their shit versions of crap xmas songs to rub it into dole cheats and lazy public sector workers to dare walk around on the streets dirtying the place up.

Then it will be over the Bailey for some cocktails, then some natty house party in Sandymount for mohitos and tapas in the kitchen, and later some uptight fidgety middleclass-girl (or metero lady-boy) sex upstairs with some pathetic c list celebrity shirt monger or regional rugger boy, (with associated gossip raging through the south county all week, “OMG loike did you hear that she loike blew him in the merc on the way home, loike outrageous wow”).

The fact that they are accosted by the entire student union of DCU, and people who couldn’t get cast as extra’s in “Once” led by Dan McSmiley Beard man doesn’t make it any better.

This crap actually makes me want to go back to the eighties when all we had to put up with were adds for Quinnsworth by Maurice Pratt and farm products by Ciba Gigey. Didn’t the money ruin us really though? Thank god the Germans will be taking it all back off us soon, sure we lost the run of ourselves. God be with the days when we were all scumbags dying for the want of a few auld spuds.

People, this isn’t what Phil Lynott died for, that’s all I am saying.

Best ad on TV !

C’mon Paul G @ 44/45 — Set your sights a bit higher! Check out the Micro UZI, which is an even further scaled down version of the UZI introduced in 1982. The Micro UZI is 436mm long, reduced to 240mm with the stock folded. Its barrel length is 134mm and its muzzle velocity is 350 m/s
Paul G’s comments so funny though IMHO.

Barbara @48 thank you for the sage advice on the weapon choice for the culling of yuppies, yippies, dinkies, and assorted Celtic Tiger cubs. You have an impressive (and slightly alarming) in-depth knowledge of these matters obviously.

I can understand the logic, particularly if you are dealing with large roving groups of them (singing Christmas Carols for instance).

If by strange chance I become leader following some sort of violent overthrow of the present system (the second part actually becoming more likely with every week) I shall consider your application for Minister of Defence.

No, screw that, we shall make you “Minister of Offence”, as we are far too defensive in our military posture.

Oh yes, things will change around here let me tell you. Firstly we shall change the name of the Island to confuse our creditors, we will leave the EU, but then rejoin (just to tease the Brits) we shall also hire ourselves out as a “nation at large” to earn some money to make ends meet.

I can see the international advert for us now. “You have a project? You need 4.2 million people for a couple of weeks to help achieve it? Hire us, Ireland, we’re the country that facilitates things other countrys daren’t”. “We charge 2 billion per week, no questions asked, cash upfront, no Visa”.

We shall also recall Mr Pratt as minister of Tourism, and we shall reanimate the dead Heroes of 1916 (well the exciting ones, not the ones we can’t remember) who will lead the cavalry charge to Greystones to get some money back off Seanie Fitz. Viva le Irelanda Nova MK II.