Can't say that I'm a big rum drinker, but I am a fan of Malibu Rum, mainly because of their "Seriously Easy Going" campaign. For those of you who've had the pleasure of viewing some of the spots you'll know they're pure genius. My favourite one is "Road Rage" but unfortunately even with its superior greatness, youtube doesn't seem to have it, but "Melon" is still an indicator of how witty the campaign is.
UPDATE!! I just found the road rage spot.
So what's the deal-e-o? My cousin is heading out to Jamaica for 6 months on Friday. Although I am feeling a slight twinge of jealousy, I'm not in an overt tizzy as yet, call me crazy but the Caribbean/West Indies (are they the same thing? My geography skills are as good as my math ones) doesn't really appeal to me. Perhaps it's because I spent the better part of my pre-pubescent life being mistaken for West Indian and a significant part of my teenage years purposely misleading people into thinking I was West Indian. (That is a story left for another time, one most probably to be shared with my therapist, when I hit my mid-life crisis.)
Whatever said and done my non-West Indian ass will definitely be at the airport bright and early on Friday morning to drop my cousin off. As aiya and I have speculated she will most likely come back fluent in Patois, wearing neon green spandex with a sash that says "West Moreland Dance Hall Queen 2006" on it, holding a box of custom monogramed dominoes, demanding ox tail stew in a generally surly manner, and well versed enough in the steel drums to give lessons to inner city youth in Scarborough - all of this will take place at the airport when she comes back next February.
Damn. I love the airport. Who knows, at the rate I'm going at maybe JVIS was right? There is a chance that I just might end up as an immigration officer at Pearson.
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I love that part where the guy speaks into his "cell phone" and keeps shouting "no, I can't hear you" and walks into a gigantic wave. Oh, and also the "What are you doing, you silly sausage?!" which precedes the wipeout.
Often wanted to use that phrase myself, but I fear it would be misinterpreted (not to mention rather un PC)
There's a Scarborough in your neck of the woods? Eh what? (Ah, wikipedia explains)
That thing about being a guard at Pearsons is a bit of a leap from being West Indian, innit? Just sayin'
and by "guard" I meant border guard, spiffy uniform and weaponry included. Immigration official? Pffft. Aim higher! :)
Weirdness, I just recalled I hadn't adequately explained the term in the middle of coffee :)
lovely !! Classic stuff!
Man miss the malibuuuuuuuuuuuu :(
Drac:
You must enlighten me as to how "silly sausage" is politically incorrect, guess the British really are giant prudes (along with posessors of bad teeth).
I do believe that our Scarborough is probably waaay more ghetto and frightening than yours.
Very glad you came back to explain, i was a bit confused ;) But I don't know how grand the job of a border guard would really be, because as numerous politicians are wont to declare, I live on the "worlds longest unprotected border." My weaponry would most probably be a club, which I would be told to use on baby seals or something.
Evil:
No Malibu Rum in Sri Lanka?? Sacrilige!
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