commercial TV

As it happens on a Friday evening, we're watching King Kong. The new version, with the lovely very skinny blond girl and the big sensitive ape.

Unfortunately the thing is broadcasted on our main Flemish commercial channel. No problem. I can handle that, once a week. If it were not for the ridiculeous self-indulgencent and incesteous advertising for their own shows.

I wonder what all those self-indulging commercial showbizz idiots were they doing before commercial TV was upon us?

Apart from growing mullets* and tuning their Volkswagens?


For all you Belgians: "nektapijtjes"