It started with little kids on the toilet with their pants round their ankles, holding their noses.
Then there was the one with a woman farting at work and then scurrying to the bathroom clutching a bog roll.
I think I reached the nadir last night when I was subjected to an advert for razors which treated me to the sight of a man bending down with his back to the camera and his hand under his dressing gown, shaving his sack and crack.
I mean, that might not be the nadir. Maybe next time they’ll drop the dressing down, and I can feast my eyes on his arsehole winking at me while it gets a short back and sides.
At this rate I’ll have to clear all the crap off my kitchen table and start eating like a civilised human again.
AIBU, or are adverts getting increasingly foul?