God I love Barry Scott.
For anybody who doesnt know, Barry Scott is like those guys you see at markets selling cleaning products and demonstrating their awesome power on an eerily detached car bonnet. The only difference with Mr.Scott is that he has incriminating photos of the managing director of Reckitt Benckiser (thank you Google) which has resulted in him getting a gig on TV.
The adverts for this Cillit Bang stuff are fucking magical. Barry practically runs into shot with the enthusiasm of a clich southern preacher on cocaine. "Hi, I'm Barry Scott and this....is Cillit Bang!" is the kind of introductory line you might expect from a ventriloquist and thats just part of why this guy is so funny. The most recent advert is the best by a country mile. Barry demonstrates the awesome cleaning power on a toilet the likes of which I have never fucking seen. I think its supposed to have the impression of skidmarks and other general scum but it just looks like someone's sprinkled chocolate Nesquik powder all over the bowl. If I ever shit what looks like a coarse brown powder I'm going straight to the doctor.
The secret to Barry Scott's power comes from the fact that he's so lame. I have confidence that sometime soon this will lead to him having cult status like David Dickinson. This rule also applies to people like Roy Walker and Harold Shipman.
Even better is that if you look on the FAQs on the Cillit Bang website, one of the questions is "Is Barry Scott real?" I guarantee this came from a fucking student who wanted Scott to come DJ at their student union or something. I'll admit I'm oddly disappointed that he's simply a marketing construct but it begs the question....if you're gonna fabricate a spokesman for your product why not make it someone cool!? Why not have some amazingly suave guy surrounded by naked women, telling the viewer how good Cillit Bang is for getting semen from the grout around your kitchen tiles?
For anybody who doesnt know, Barry Scott is like those guys you see at markets selling cleaning products and demonstrating their awesome power on an eerily detached car bonnet. The only difference with Mr.Scott is that he has incriminating photos of the managing director of Reckitt Benckiser (thank you Google) which has resulted in him getting a gig on TV.
The adverts for this Cillit Bang stuff are fucking magical. Barry practically runs into shot with the enthusiasm of a clich southern preacher on cocaine. "Hi, I'm Barry Scott and this....is Cillit Bang!" is the kind of introductory line you might expect from a ventriloquist and thats just part of why this guy is so funny. The most recent advert is the best by a country mile. Barry demonstrates the awesome cleaning power on a toilet the likes of which I have never fucking seen. I think its supposed to have the impression of skidmarks and other general scum but it just looks like someone's sprinkled chocolate Nesquik powder all over the bowl. If I ever shit what looks like a coarse brown powder I'm going straight to the doctor.
The secret to Barry Scott's power comes from the fact that he's so lame. I have confidence that sometime soon this will lead to him having cult status like David Dickinson. This rule also applies to people like Roy Walker and Harold Shipman.
Even better is that if you look on the FAQs on the Cillit Bang website, one of the questions is "Is Barry Scott real?" I guarantee this came from a fucking student who wanted Scott to come DJ at their student union or something. I'll admit I'm oddly disappointed that he's simply a marketing construct but it begs the question....if you're gonna fabricate a spokesman for your product why not make it someone cool!? Why not have some amazingly suave guy surrounded by naked women, telling the viewer how good Cillit Bang is for getting semen from the grout around your kitchen tiles?
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