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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Last Thursday we went out for a curry with the European product manager for Vaseline.  This was an exciting evening of brainstorming, in which we attempted to chart a fresh course for the product and &#039;bring it back to the streets&#039;.  I should really tell you this publicly, but between you and me, just so you&#039;ll know where it came from, here&#039;s a quick peek into the Vaseline advertisements that will carry our nation into 2006:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caps&quot;&gt;INT&lt;/span&gt;: Black Pontiac Trans-Am, David Hasslehoff, dressed in black leather, is drivin&#039; and lookin&#039; cool&lt;sup class=&quot;footnote&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;#fn1&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;.  Cut to...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caps&quot;&gt;EXT&lt;/span&gt;: A diner out in the desert.  Harley Davidsons are lined up outside.  The Trans-Am pulls up, and the door swings open.  Several blonde bimbettes rush up to see who&#039;s driving the cool car.  Hasslehoff makes to approach the ladies, and there is a creaking, tearing sound.  He cannot move.  The desert heat has stuck his leather-clad body to the car&#039;s upholstery.  Girls leave, disgusted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;End ad part one.  More ads will be shown in the same commercial break, sandwiched by part 2:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caps&quot;&gt;EXT&lt;/span&gt;: The same diner.  The front door explodes open and Hasslehoff comes running out.  He pauses briefly to push over the row of Harley Davidsons which fall domino-style, before running towards the Trans-Am.  The door automatically swings open as he approaches.  Hasslehoff leaps into the car, sliding in with a satisfying squelch.  Car burns away as we pan to angry hells angels leaving the diner.  Cut to..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caps&quot;&gt;INT&lt;/span&gt;: The Trans-Am.  Hasslehoff wriggles to get comfy in his chair, reaches into the pocket of his black leather jacket, and pulls out a jar of Vaseline.  He flips it into the air, catches it with a cocky smile, and grins to camera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Compelling stuff, I think you&#039;ll agree.  The second in this series of ads involves Tom Jones, a rather tight leather catsuit and our hero the tub of Vaseline, but that&#039;s enough excitement for now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;footnote&quot; id=&quot;fn1&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; If a touch old.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2004 05:04:04 +0100</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Kris</dc:creator>
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