As a disabled person, I receive various magazines from different organisations. As a journalist, I write for some of these various magazines from different organisations, and for this I am very grateful. I am also aware that it is the advertising that enables said publications to pay me for my work and for this I am very very grateful.
However, said magazines tend to arrive stuffed to the gills (do magazines have gills?) with brochures and flyers for products which, it is assumed, I am in desperate need of.
Electric beds (raising and lowering, not some kind of Dignitas DIY product), will writing, wheelchairs, home gym equipment and, up to now my favourite, a fantastic catalog of products which included a bottle of special tomb-stone cleaner.
But this week, we came back from our camping adventures in North Wales (a tale for another blog entry to follow in due course) to find a mountain of post. Included was a magazine which contained about ten flyers.
My new favourite fell to the floor. It is an advert for a urology continence product and pharmacy home delivery service. According to the flyer, a simple enquiry about the service would afford me the chance to win a day for myself and my family with... Keith Harris and Orville the Duck.
Oh, joy unrestrained! WHAT A DELIGHT! Suffice to say, it had what I can only imagine was the desired effect: One read of the flyer and I nearly wet myself.
However, said magazines tend to arrive stuffed to the gills (do magazines have gills?) with brochures and flyers for products which, it is assumed, I am in desperate need of.
Electric beds (raising and lowering, not some kind of Dignitas DIY product), will writing, wheelchairs, home gym equipment and, up to now my favourite, a fantastic catalog of products which included a bottle of special tomb-stone cleaner.
But this week, we came back from our camping adventures in North Wales (a tale for another blog entry to follow in due course) to find a mountain of post. Included was a magazine which contained about ten flyers.
My new favourite fell to the floor. It is an advert for a urology continence product and pharmacy home delivery service. According to the flyer, a simple enquiry about the service would afford me the chance to win a day for myself and my family with... Keith Harris and Orville the Duck.
Oh, joy unrestrained! WHAT A DELIGHT! Suffice to say, it had what I can only imagine was the desired effect: One read of the flyer and I nearly wet myself.
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