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Daily Mail Fail

When an advert collides with the main headline and a PR disaster becomes apparent. This is one of those moments as seen on The Daily Mail front page.

I am sure Citroen’s PR people will be bemused.

Princess Homicide Squad

See the new alternative to the bland detective shows gracelessly adorning our television screens.

Zeroheadroom presents Homicide Princess Dolls. A new kind of cop show harking back to Cagney and Lacey featuring well to do sub royalty solving crimes while looking fabulous.

Alcoholism: Not a Love Story

And the post Christmas drink alcoholism aware campaign starts with this, a lovingly recreated advert with libellous characters from your children’s favourite toys.

If it was a Marvel toy i would have been taken out by Stan Lee himself.

Oh and don’t drink yourself to death.

Ultimate Bez Pitch

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The King Kong game show where you attempt to be the ultimate Bez. The main aim is to survive two weeks of touring while taking a large amount of class A drugs.

The contestants will spend 14 days playing at various live venues dancing, shaking the maracas in the evenings and spend the rest of the time scouring the crappiest drug dens and scoring as many illicit drugs as one can ingest.

The winner will be the one who has scored the most drugs, played in the most mediocre way and survived the ordeal.

The judges will be Bez himself, teamed by the speccy pensioner from The Apprentice and Mark E. Smith from The Fall. All seasoned veterans of chemical ingesting and all night partying.

The name of the game is to have fun and stay alive, all interspersed with CGI recreation and pending Channel 4 lawyers decision on hard drugs shown in a post watershed slot.

Dear Jeremy Corbyn

Dear Mr Corbyn
I write this letter with hands that are crippled with rage.

I do this so you don’t get deflated when the press and institutions stab you not so much in the back but in the front so they can see the fear in your eyes.

You are destined to fail.

There, I said it

As a fellow Labour-ite, I say this as a cautionary tale of how the system works. One which I discovered the hard way as I traipsed around the country selling my ideals.