O’ poetry, how plasticine thou art.
One moment you’re the lyrics of Leonard Cohen, the next a breath-taking haiku, and then again some schmuck waxing lyrical about a bank being here for the journey.
This offering from Smirnoff – complete with instructions on how to make one of the world’s simplest cocktails – really smacks of someone in the ad department suddenly realising they have a poem to write last minute on a Friday afternoon.
Still doesn’t explain the inclusion of a guy in a swimming hat, but ten out of ten for accidental surrealism.
