


Product endorsement.
Here is a for-real card I wrote and sent to Uncle Toby's yesterday:
'Dear Mr or Ms O. Temptation -
I feel it is too easy as a consumer these days to pen negative missives, so wanted to share a little sunshine with ye.
I am a fan - a rather new and obsessive fan - of your Oats Temptations. I think they are utterly spectacular, and take no small delight in musing over flavours each morning according to my mood. More subdued breakfasts call for Apricot and Grain, while the jauntier knees-up moments insist on Sultana and Apple. Don't get me started on Date and Maple Syrup - the 'party' oats - I'd have them every day if I could, but feel it best to save them for special occasions. Mixed Berry? A long and slow exhalation.
I take your product on the road with me and share it with friends. It is truly an A.M triumph, converting an ex-porridge adversary to the way of the Oat. I tip my hat to you.
Warmest regards,
Ms fits.'
38 days til the next election.
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I hope you get results from this. My lady friend and a couple of her mates had a letter-writing competition, where half the letters were complaints and half complimentary. In buth cases the more extreme the letter (without being abusive or hyper-orgasmic) the better the payoff, but the best responses and biggest haul of giveaways came from the positive letters.
I suppose working for Crikey and the ABC means you are a tad impoverished and need the odd handout from big multi nationals. Given the wide audience this little internet tome enjoys you can surely mount an argument that your testamonial amounts to a rather gracious add along the lines of those "Brandpower" spots that purport to be something more than a shameless plug for washing powder or toilet cleaner. Indeed theres a new lucrative career for you....smiling talking head on the tele!!!!!
Will we now see UO RWYWHM iron lady this summer?
Don’t knees up moments call for banana oats?
However, for really real fits lady. Oats are ace, food of the gods,of edens pantry
I have been a fan over many a moonrise and fall. This is due to my horse like qualities, yes that’s right I whinny when I wake.
I have received more from positive writing, than negative. I have even been let off parking fines , ha!
In addition to eating oats like a horse, liquid chlorophyll and vital greens in the morning are my staple product promotion. They have me acting like iggy pop singing duets with peaches
Every one of these efforts (even the McDonalds one) actually resulted in receiving freebies from the companies concerned, so I would be very disappointed if you didn't end up with quite the supply of Oat Temptations as a result of your labors here.
PS - You write for Crikey now ? Pretty soon it's going to be easier to list the media outlets you don't appear on than the ones you do. (I was going to say that you were at risk of becoming the left-wing Eddie McGuire, but that's probably a bit harsh.)
Lame lame lame lame.
I guess you're just a big lame.
And that's lame, not lah-may, like the shiny fabric, with an acute accent over the 'e'.
And I quote: I went to KFC at Bundoora last night and asked for a Bucket of chicken, and IT WAS ALL BUMS. I can't eat bums.
She got a free meal, but she didn't last long at work. We love our bums, us.
Ms Fits, just so you know, porridge is delightful in the following way: after you prepare the gruel (I recommend a large and sinister workhouse type cauldron purely for that Dickensian aesthetic), you sprinkle two spoons or more of sugar across it and then pour single cream over that
Guaranteed to have you asking for more and consequently becoming a mute at an undertaker's
There's nothing better than a nice warm bowl of oats for when you get hungry in the middle of the night.
Anyway that's my two cents.
I have been hiding my similar obsession (for me it's been the Apple & Sultana all the way, but I obviously have been missing out, for I am a 'party oat' virgin) due to fear of reprisals by porridge purists.
Do you find the amount of milk to add a problem though? I find the prescribed amount advised too little, and my oats get dry and pasty, but then I add too much and it ends up like milk with oats swimming in it, not proper porridge.
I also find one packet an unsatisfying amount, and two too much. They need to make 'adult sizes', consisting of about a packet and a half.
(I'm sorry I sound like Martha Stewart. Here I come Women's Weekly!)
So, he just bitched to us instead. Jeez that guy was annoying.
A fine way to start your day, hey.
A talking cereal, and far more melodious than 'Pock Snackle Crap.'
Which is what Little Johnny eats before he strides out in his Wallaby track-suit to scare the seagulls.
As you like the multinationals so much, why not come over and pay us a visit at the CreativityAlliance.com. Over there we are chock full of multinationalist protien. So much so, it would make your pretty pigtails spin.
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