Classic ads so smart and sexy they would NEVER get made today… thanks to the po-faced wokery that's made modern adverts as dull as they are preachy

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Their love affair captivated the country in the 1980s and how we cheered when their lips finally met. No, not Charles and Diana, silly, Nescafe’s Gold Blend couple.

Their romance in the ad breaks was a soap-opera sensation and, when a new instalment was released, very few took the opportunity of the ad break to put the kettle on. But one thing is certain — the excitement surrounding it wouldn’t happen now.

Advertising is a dead art form, and no one could possibly get excited about the boring, infantile, irritating drivel that assails our screens these days.

The first 30-second Gold Blend commercial, produced by advertising agency giant McCann Erickson, aired in 1987. Sharon Maughan, dripping in diamonds, knocked on her neighbour Anthony Head’s door to borrow some instant coffee for her dinner party guests.

The flirtatious energy between them was instantly electric. ‘How can you ever thank me?’ he asked, handing over the jar. ‘I’ll try and think of something,’ she murmured.

Nescafe Gold Blend, 1987

Sharon Maughan and Anthony Head kissing in a scene from a Nescafe Gold Blend coffee advert in 1987. The flirtatious energy between them was instantly electric

Sharon Maughan and Anthony Head kissing in a scene from a Nescafe Gold Blend coffee advert in 1987. The flirtatious energy between them was instantly electric

It caused a sensation, with millions of viewers agog for each follow-up over the six years of the campaign’s run.

The climax of the affair provoked a scandalised response. Why? Because she phoned him in the middle of the night, waking him up to exclaim: ‘I want to see you, now[ital]!’

Why the urgency? She’d run out of Gold Blend, of course.

What a contrast to the wretched ads on screen and online today. Anyone under 40 will find it hard to believe that great commercials made national headlines, or that people sat through hour-long shows just to be sure of seeing them, because everyone was sure to be discussing all the details the next day.

That era is over, killed by a cocktail of factors: video recorders, streaming services, shrinking budgets… and most of all, the rise of political correctness.

In woke Britain, it’s impossible to imagine the Gold Blend series ever reaching our tellies. It’s simply not ‘diverse’ enough. Maughan and Head are far too well-spoken, well-off, white and heterosexual — and how dare they fret about running out of coffee during the cost-of-living crisis?

So many of the best-loved commercials from the golden age of advertising, in the 1970s and 1980s, would be ‘inappropriate’ today. Think of the slogans: ‘And all because the lady loves…’

No! You can’t say that now. According to The Guardian, the Milk Tray man — a secret agent in a tight black polo-neck, who broke into women’s bedrooms to leave gifts of chocolate — was a ‘creepy’ and ‘sinister’ stalker.

‘The idea of any modern young woman being simperingly grateful for a box of chocolates,’ wrote one of the Left-wing paper’s critics in 2016, was tantamount to ‘psychological horror’.

The industry journal Marketing Week warned as long ago as 2005 that, if creativity were allowed to die, adverts would be a doomed art form.

The chief dangers were twofold, they wrote: home-recording technology that lets people fast-forward through the breaks and our dwindling attention-span, pared away by mobile phones and the internet. Millennials couldn’t wait 30 seconds to find out what an ad was about – to say nothing of their TikTok-obsessed successors in Gen Z.

That put paid to gloriously opaque and impressionist little masterpieces, such as the Benson & Hedges ads in which an Egyptian pyramid or a gold ingot on the seabed was gradually revealed to resemble cigarette packaging. Those were so sophisticated, so stylish, that they were greeted with applause in cinemas.

Benson & Hedges, 1978 

A 1978 Benson and Hedges advert, in which an Egyptian pyramid was gradually revealed to resemble cigarette packaging

A 1978 Benson and Hedges advert, in which an Egyptian pyramid was gradually revealed to resemble cigarette packaging

The advert as a short story died out, too. Like a character in a silent movie, some poor schmuck would suffer a series of indignities, before finding consolation in a packet of panatellas.

Who can forget ‘Golf bunker’, a 24-second gem produced to promote Hamlet cigars? A camera focused on the edge of a bunker films the increasingly agitated attempts of an invisible golfer – only his club was visible above the parapet – to extricate his ball from the sand.

Then, to the soothing soundtrack of Bach’s Air On The G String, he gives up, we hear the sound of a match being struck, and a puff of smoke floats into view. ‘Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet,’ intones the voiceover. Genius.

Back in the 1980s, humour was an essential element in most of the greatest commercials. Why? Just ask Sir John Hegarty, creative director of Top 10 agency Bartle Bogle Hegarty, who is fond of recalling an encounter with a wise-cracking market trader at London’s Petticoat Lane market.

When he asked the silver-tongued Cockney the basis of his patter, the super-salesman replied: ‘Guvnor, if they’re smilin’ they’re buyin’.’

Drinks advertisers commissioned some of the most side-splitting ads of all-time and Heineken’s commercials were among the best.

One featured a girl with a cut-glass accent going for reverse elocution lessons at an establishment known as the School Of Street Credibility.

There a Cockney instructor attempts to get her to speak the line: ‘The wa’er in Majorca don’t taste like what it ought-a’.

Following repeated failed attempts to get his pupil to master the necessary glottal stops, in exasperation he calls for some liquid refreshment.

After a sip of Heineken, his charge is trotting out the Majorca line as if she was born within the sound of Bow Bells. As the closing slogan has it: ‘Heineken refreshes the parts wot other beers cannot reach’.

Heineken, 1985 

Not to be outdone, Kronenbourg came up with some classics of its own, none better than that featuring a certain 19th-century Austrian composer.

Frustrated by his inability to complete a piece of work, the tortured artist is lured to his local bierkeller by a group of friends.

As he sits, beer in hand, the barman shouts: ‘Hey Schubert, what about your unfinished symphony?’ To which he responds: ‘What about my unfinished Kronenbourg?’.

Indeed, the quality of the ads made in the 1970s and 1980s was so high that it could make stars of the people who appeared in them. Models Lorraine Chase and Paula Hamilton are two good examples.

Chase was cast as a Cockney beauty being courted by a white-suited smoothie in ads for Campari.

‘Well, you truly wafted here from paradise,’ says her smitten suitor. ‘No,’ she responded in a broad South-East London accent, ‘Lu’on airport.’

Campari, 1979

It caught the popular imagination to such an extent that it spawned a 1979 chart hit by a group called Cats UK – called Luton Airport – and Chase went on to pursue an acting career, which included a four-year stint in the ITV soap Emmerdale.

Paula Hamilton’s big break came in the shape of a 1987 ad for the Volkswagen Golf.

In it, she is seen storming out of a mews house, posting her wedding ring back through the letterbox, throwing her pearl necklace and brooch towards a cat, and ditching her fur coat — but keeping the car keys.

Volkswagen Golf, 1987 

Paula Hamilton¿s big break came in the shape of a 1987 ad for the Volkswagen Golf, in which she storms out of a mews house and posts her wedding ring back through the letterbox

Paula Hamilton’s big break came in the shape of a 1987 ad for the Volkswagen Golf, in which she storms out of a mews house and posts her wedding ring back through the letterbox

‘If only everything in life was as reliable as a Volkswagen,’ ran the tagline.

When Channel 4 awarded the commercial – directed by the photographer David Bailey, incidentally – a place in its list of the 100 greatest TV ads of all time, the judges described it as ‘a sign that feminism had at last reached the ad men’.

These brilliant campaigns worked. They generated huge sales. Such success, in turn, brought the most talented people into advertising.

Guinness, 1998

The 1998 advert for Guinness, part of the 'Good Things Come to Those who Wait' campaign. It featured surfers waiting for the ultimate wave to reflect anticipation for the perfect pint

The 1998 advert for Guinness, part of the ‘Good Things Come to Those who Wait’ campaign. It featured surfers waiting for the ultimate wave to reflect anticipation for the perfect pint 

John Lloyd, the TV producer behind a catalogue of hit shows from Radio 4’s News Quiz to QI, Spitting Image and Not The Nine O’Clock News, was lured into the business — and discovered it paid twice as much as any television executive’s job.

Other superstar graduates of the industry include Gladiator director Ridley Scott, who created the celebrated Hovis ‘boy and his bicycle’ ad in 1973 and the ominous 1984 Apple computers promo, which riffed on the famous George Orwell novel.

But perhaps the most epic ad of all was directed by Jonathan Glazer, who is currently wowing the critics with his latest feature film, The Zone Of Interest, which has attracted no fewer than nine Bafta nominations.

In 1998, he spent nine days in Hawaii working on a commmercial for Guinness’s ‘Good Things Come to Those who Wait’ campaign.

The ad centres on a group of surfers waiting for the ultimate wave, a metaphor for the sense of anticipation punters feel as they wait for the perfect pint of Guinness to be poured.

When the desired wave arrives, the crashing ‘white horses’ turn into actual horses and the voiceover recites a reference to Herman Melville’s whale-hunting classic Moby Dick: ‘Ahab says, “I don’t care who you are, here’s to your dream”.’

 One by one, the surfers crash out, leaving a solitary member of their group to conquer the wave.

On the strength of miniature classics such as this – it went on to be voted the best ad of all time – brand names were made eternally familiar.

Puppet Martians stopped advertising instant mashed potato 30 years ago, but surely more than half the country can still imitate its inimitable warble: ‘For mash, get Smash!’

Cadbury’s Smash, 1974

Most of us who were TV addicts in the days of three channels and no internet are still able to sing the jingles and recall the taglines of the greatest commercials.

‘The French adore the Piat d’Or.’

‘Yorkie: it’s not for girls.’

‘In the inch war, Ryvita helps you win.’

Innocuous as they were, none of those would be acceptable now.

The French family refused to welcome their daughter’s nervous English suitor, until he won them over with a bottle of Piat d’Or plonk. Could we see our friends across the Channel being portrayed as so xenophobic today?

The ‘not for girls’ Yorkie slogan enjoyed a brief revival at the start of this century, with a scenario showing a young woman in a Tom Selleck moustache trying and failing to buy a bar from a suspicious shopkeeper.

Yorkie, 2002

But the catchphrase was axed in 2011, for being (gasps of horror!) sexist.

And these days, far from being promoted as a slimming aid, Ryvita is presented as the perfect accompaniment to calorie-heavy treats such as chocolate spread. Suggesting the crispbreads could help people lose weight might be perceived as ‘fat-shaming’.

Indeed, current Ryvita ads are symptomatic of the truly terrible promos that fill every break. The best you can say is that they are unmemorable. Many are frankly infuriating, they’re so cheap and trite, preachy and condescending.

The current – if you’ll excuse the pun – National Grid advert is no better.

Over a collage of images showing a biscuit dunked in a cup of milky tea, a voiceover promises: ‘The great grid upgrade will connect clean, affordable windpower from out at sea to all the things you love, like a tasty cuppa.’

Great — who cares about the threat of periodic power cuts when there’s no wind, if we can sometimes have a brew-up?

Some sales pitches, inevitably, give you what Love Islanders call ‘the ick’. Every bundle of commercials includes a couple for incontinence pads or similar products, with a scientist in a lab coat pouring a jug of blue liquid over them to demonstrate how absorbent they are.

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But many are more distasteful than that. A Barclays ad, promoting financial investment services, ends with a comedian vomiting in the street after urging passers-by to try his bottles of spicy chilli dip.

Who thought this would encourage anyone to entrust their savings to the bank? And who supposed we would rush to use our Tesco loyalty cards, after viewing an ad in which shoppers acquire a fixed, manic grin with bulging eyes, whenever they swipe their Clubcards?

And then there’s the emphasis on ‘diversity’. Every family in 2020s advert-land is so multi-racial and omni-gendered, it begins to feel as though the cast are selected by a box-ticking algorithm — which perhaps they are.

The apogee of this woke-by-numbers approach is a British Airways ad that, in a blizzard of split-second freeze-frames, appears to feature every possible ethnicity and sexuality, against a backdrop of global tourist destinations.

If only they’d adapted their old slogan: ‘BA… the woke’s favourite airline.’

The trouble with such rigorous diversity is that, if all the adverts are uniformly diverse, they’re all the same. And far from being inclusive, they make most of the population feel outdated, even unwanted.

Above all, modern ads lack wit. Half a century on, we still chuckle at the wonderful Cinzano Bianco sketches, where a serenely pompous Leonard Rossiter managed to spill Joan Collins’s drink all over her, every single time.

Cinzano Bianco, 1978 

Cinzano Bianco's 1978 sketch, where a serenely pompous Leonard Rossiter managed to spill Joan Collins¿s drink all over her

Cinzano Bianco’s 1978 sketch, where a serenely pompous Leonard Rossiter managed to spill Joan Collins’s drink all over her

And we remember the rival Martini commercial, with expensive aerial shots (long before drone filming) of a paddle-steamer yacht off the Italian coast, and a glamorous couple kissing as fireworks exploded. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, indeed.

Compare that to the flat, static, monochrome promo for Johnny Walker whisky today. Actor Jonathan Majors, in tweed jacket, stands beside a barrel. Tainted Love, the Gloria Jones soul hit, is playing.

He pops a cork in the barrel, and the music stops.

‘Damn good,’ he declares, taking a sip.

That’s it.

The message seems to be: ‘If you like vintage Scotch but not vintage music, drink this stuff.’

No imagination. No style. No intelligence, no subtlety, no panache. Well, no thanks.