
In the 1980s, Mrs Oxo came over a little suggestive as she served up a meal and asked her hubby if he remembered Preston with a smouldering look on her physog. What 'appened in Preston?! I wondered.
On second thoughts, don't tell me.
The ads were usually very likeable, but one '90s ad that got right on my wick involved Ma cooking different meals for each member of her family and serving them all up at the same time. As she passed her husband a steaming plateful, she licked her lips provocatively and said: "And for you, Michael, I've got the hots!" Outrageous - knowing from bitter firsthand experience how hard it is to cook ready-made pizza and oven chips, I snorted at the idea of anybody cooking four different meals on one cooker, serving them all up at the same time, and then having the energy to come over all fruity.