The insufferably smug family in the BT commercials is now more than an annoyance to me. Whenever I see them, I throw whatever I have in my hands at the television set and scream, ‘Liars!’.
I have hated the BT family for years. Unlike the Oxo family, which was reassuringly grouchy and came to the table sulking murderously only to be cheered up partially by Lynda Bellingham’s instant gravy, the BT family is ‘modern’ and politically correct. It consists of a gormless-looking young guy with ruffled hair played by the idiot son from My Family, who has fallen in love with a kooky, tawny-haired, twinkly-eyed divorcee with a dazzling array of children of all ages who he is now attempting to father by being pally and ‘modern’ with them.
I really hate the BT family. I hate the fact that they are so damned pleased with themselves, even though they clearly have nothing to be pleased with themselves about.
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