The Top 10 Most Complained About UK Ads

Number one on the BBC/ASA list :

This advert was the most complained about in 2006. It was a national press ad which pictured a Bible and a claim from the Gay Police Association of a link between homophobic attacks and religious motivation. Several Christian groups complained about the advert, saying it was offensive to them and discriminatory in tone.

The ASA upheld the complaints, saying that it was indeed offensive, was misleading in its suggestion that all incidents involved physical injury and in statistical claims which were never proved to the ASA.

The most complained about advert in 2005 was by KFC and featured people in a call centre singing with their mouths full. It received more than three times as many complaints.

One complaint that was not upheld was this one, alleging racism against Americans:

[Channel] Five ran a teaser poster campaign saying that “nothing good ever came out of America”. The conclusion of the campaign was to highlight American films and TV programmes, but some people complained that the teaser was racist towards Americans and socially irresponsible in that it could incite racial violence. The ASA disagreed.

It’s a very interesting list. The main criteria for ad regulation in the UK are that they be ‘legal, honest, decent and truthful’.

It’s an essentially self-regulatory system that depends on complaints for any official action to be taken. Sometimes it can be hard to see just quite how judgements about particular ads’ offensiveness were reached – and often it seems as though the louder the shouting, the more effective a complaint is.

Read whole thing.

Comment Of The Day: Not With A Bang, But With A Ker-ching!

Today’s is on the online Guardian’s hideous, dumbed down redesign; it comes from one of the paper’s own commenters and gives an idea of the depth of feeling people have towards the paper:

I implore the powers that be, the Editor … whoever is really in charge of this website, the Board of trustees and governors and cabinet consider the following:

1 – Your previous website had an utterly distinctive original identity. Whose idea was it to change it? What was their thinking? Please write a piece about this, if only to prove the likes of me wrong – I am fascinated why on earth you needed to change the previous website. Did you do market research? Were you losing viewers? Let’s have a major feature in Media Guardian of what really went on behind the scenes. Emily Bell is such a good writer normally that I think she was forced to write the above piece l by some editorial jihad types. Was there some change of Head of Dept who needed to assert their identity…. an incredible power battle and the re-designers won at the expense of the old guard.

In the end really the change makes no sense at all.

2 – May I as an all license’d Fool give some advice from the pub here where I am sitting with my wireless iBook spluttering into my ale – your redesign is Nu Lab nonsense apparently giving people a greater “choice” about what to read near the top the page. You fill hallowed news hierarchy space with bright colour photographs like the advertising pages of a glossy fashion magazine. It so totally dumbs down the authority of the The Guardian it makes me nauseous to look at and dizzy.. I must break off here a moment .. [“what? yes I will drink up and leave soon”]

…. to finish my bleat about this mosaic nonsense of a new website: your real strength Guardian is the clarity of statement and news judgement made by those experienced editors, saying to each other … ” OK, these are in our judgements, the TOP stories, here is the hierarchy of news information” That is the creative soul and the BRAND soul of The Guardian, the gold dust of journalism. When these editors and senior journalists are given the right space It makes for fascinating dramatic reading – the eye hits the page, scrolls down undistracted by glossy tripe and gets to the guts of what is going on in the town, the country and the world.

Your new website no longer does these great editors and journalists justice, it waters down their precious news judgement and clear story telling, it favours superficial colour photo self indulgence at the expense of the cold beautiful truth of print…

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Please consider bringing back the essential features of the previous site

Whoever ordered that redesign wants shooting. The placement of items in the old design mirrored that of the actual newspaper, so it was very easy to see which items were thought to have more news value or editorial priority – and it’s the editorial voice that differentiates one newspaper from another.

Now it just looks and reads like a mashup of google news and handbag.com. The editorial voice now appears to be that of a daytime tv producer.

Still, I bet all the resulting confusion will push up the page views mightily, and whichever marketing droid who’s idea this was can point to advertising sales and go “see, I was right”. Tossers.

The Guardian, despite it’s Blairite slavishness still had enough of the old left about it, and a reputation for good reporting to ensure that it was the first paper many leftists and progressives around the world turned to every day. When all the US’ newspapers were drooling over Bush’s virility, cheering the war and ignoring the war crimes, you could still get the real news from the Guardian.

That they’ve taken this massive step in redesign, reducing the news and the moral heart of the paper, it’s comment and leader section, to just another tab to be clicked on an all-singing, all-dancing multimedia extravaganza, is an editorial decision in itself. It’s an editorial decision that says fluff is most important. It says that we are no longer a purveyor of serious news, with progressive views, but just another corporation in it for the money.

That the the new, shiny improved Guardian Unlimited is launched on the day that Blair finally,absolutely, says he’s going makes me also think there’s a bit of bending with the political wind going on here too: the redesign is not only convenient in terms of clickthrough and ad sales, it also disassociates the Guardian from its Blairite past. Bye bye Mr.Tony Blair, good fucking riddance, see you at Den Haag. Onwards and upwards with multimedia Gordon, or something like that.

The future’s grim, the future’s Brown, and I’m switching to the Independent.

UPDATE:

That new edirorial voice in action: odd, how the headline ‘German police claim G8 terror attack foiled’ morphed into ‘German police foil G8 terror attack’ on the Guardian Unlimited’s new front page.

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I’m still not feeling very well still so here’s a bunch of interesting stuff to be going on with till I feel up to ranting at the world in my usual misanthropic way.

Just when you though the lolcats were over…. LOLBEES!

I can has royle jelli?

Food politics: is your butter-flavoured popcorn killing workers?

Hah. Wolfowitz guilty of ethics breach says World Bank panel

BOOM! Big bada-boom!

Brightest supernova evar: The brightest stellar explosion ever recorded may be a long-sought new type of supernova, according to observations by NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory and ground-based optical telescopes. This discovery indicates that violent explosions of extremely massive stars were relatively common in the early universe, and that a similar explosion may be ready to go off in our own Galaxy.

And while we’re on the subject of space; octogenarian astronomer and wingnut Sir Patrick Moore proves age is no bar to mysognynistic assholery, in the Telegraph:

On the subject of female newsreaders, he said: “These jokey women are not for me. Oh, for the good old days. “There was one day (in 2005) when BBC News went on strike. Then we had the headlines read by a man, talking the Queen’s English, reading the news impeccably. “I would like to see two independent wavelengths – one controlled by women, and one for us, controlled by men. I think it may eventually happen.”

He should stick to reporting on comets and cosmology, he knows bugger-all about anything else.

Aw, poor iddle wingnuts, they got up a nice shiny drum-beatin’, war-lovin’ online petition, with like, Instapundit and all, and those pesky liberals immediately came along and pissed on their bonfire. Until the lone alert winger on duty noticed and yanked the page of fictitious petition-supporting blogs much hilarity ensued,. Petty but fun. I wish there really were a blog called Grabthar’s Krauthammer.

Sky-fairy spotting: Jesus on a four-gig Samsung Flash memory chip. Looks more like HELLO, I”M BRIAN BLESSED! to me.

Shorter Times columnist Minette Marin – “Oh no, the Morlocks are coming!” In Blair’s ruinous legacy of beta children a posh Tory totty holds forth on those dreadful state school children. Why, the chav might rub off on Theo or Poppy, and that would never do! Cameron may be photogenic and’ve done well at the local elections but the Tories haven’t changed a bit, every one’s a Hyacinth Bucket.

Robbery is the mother of invention:Johannesburg robbers superglue naked man to exercise bike

Mitt Romney’s Guide To Europe: sounds about right to me, at least where provinicial NL’s concerned:

Page 76:
The Netherlands, Deventer –
The purple pipeweed is good and the ladies are babalicious at Garth’s Party On Cafe.

Bibliodyssey is like candy for the booklover – you can’t stop till you’ve eaten the whole bag. Here’s one of the illustrative plates of squid from the book The Voyages of the Corvette L’Astrolabe

Bibliodyssey, The Corvette L'Astrolabe

Don’t start looking unless you’re willing to give up the rest of the day. Fantastic.

Bigots 1, CBS 0.

Comment of The Day

Today’s is for anyone who thinks the US population is one big amorphous monocultural blob and there are no regional animosities; it comes from TPM Muckraker’s excellent piece on corruption in the Alaska State legislature (the accused even had the brass neck to have had hats made with with ‘Corrupt Bastard’s Caucus’ on them).

The comment drips Californian contempt for Alaskan provincials:

What isn’t ugly about US Alaska, besides the scenery and people and the culture there before it became a US state? Let’s be blunt, the only reason it’s a US state is so we could plunder it for resources. The people who go there are mostly unintelligent and coarse people only made more so by the harsh environment and wild west atmosphere. There are excepts I’m sure, but I have yet to meet one.

Having never been there I can’t claim to be an expert. But if the people I’ve met are representative, it must be awful.

I’ve met several Alaskan oil workers and they were peanut brained, alcoholic, cave men. Some of the stupidest, crudest, and most brutish bipedal primates I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.

I had the misfortune of sharing a hot-tub in Hawaii with some Alaskan vacationers once. They began by complaining their stay was going to be too short, complained about Alaska, and didn’t seem to even like each other very much, including their spouses.

They kept asking me about the weather in California, and when I told them it was nice, they really looked displeased by that fact, and complained Alaska weather was terrible. Then they looked at me like it was my fault. Amazing. What kind of moronic inferiority complex causes a person to ask questions they already know and dislike the answer to?

To top it off, both guys were big fat red necks (literally burnt red necks, wife beater tans, one rocking a mullet) and their wives were middle aged desperate housewives or something with too much makeup like blue eye shadow. The wives wanted to sit beside me in the tub and talk about arts and culture, while their husbands became increasingly hostile.

If all Alaskans are like that… no wonder the state is a giant armpit.

They sound like janners to me.

I don’t know if this is all part of some California/Alaska long-running grudge match, or whether it’s just simple snobbery, but it does seem this commenter is inferring an awful lot from a very small sample of Alaskans. I haven’t met any. Was this a typical experience?

Happy Oranjeweekend!

This weekend is the long weekend of Koninginnedag or Queen’s Day, that annual Dutch excuse for exuberant debauchery and hard selling.

By the evening of Queen’s day, Monday, the residents of Amsterdam will mostly be totally legless, wearing tacky inflatable orange crowns on their heads and swaying drunkenly en masse to Andre Hazes songs long into the night, having first divested themselves of unwanted tat and made some beer money earlier in the day selling their unwanted goods in the street in the nationwide flea market.

Martin’s parents will be here for the weekend and as this always elicits a flurry of window-cleaning, floor-polishing and fluffing of towels expect light posting from us.

At least my MIL is a little easier going than my own late mother, who was affectionately described by me and my sisters as “the skirting-board police”, a title I’m doing my best to perpetuate. (My younger son’s moving into a new house this weekend and I have a stock of white gloves ready for the first post-move inspection.)

But this weekend, we shall be sitting in the garden barbecuing, as the weather is glorious still (cheers, global warming), then it’s off into the mad crowds around the grachten to watch the canal parades.

See you again Tuesday am sharp, or possibly before if I need to retreat from the orange frenzy for a while. Have a good weekend.