Curly haired village of the damned.

First of all things which annoy me in advertisement number errr 112... This one might be just me but does it throw anyone else when you see the same person in different adverts? I take it theres a breed of actor who must thrive on appearing in adverts silently going about there daily routine whilst celebrities (and one of the Noland sisters) wax lyrical about some product or other that will make life better. During the silent era of movies these actors would probably be giants but in this day and age they must be content pretending to be amazed at how their stained jeans (and who has grass stained jeans nowadays anyway?) are washed even at a low temp or how having six blades on their razor will be even better than 5 (because its one more of course).

Anyway the most recent adverts to feature the same people has Marco Pierre White (another person who seems to have become famous or at least better well known while I was out the country) attempting to flog stock cubes during which he appears to be cooking in a professional kitchen for critics but wha wha what! its turns out its just a bunch curly haired children who I presume we are supposed to figure are his own children although I wonder if his wife knows about these three little strangers living in her home that also looks like a rather large professional kitchen? Annnywaay 0ne child (who must be the leader of the curly mob) then tastes the food that we are led to presume Marco spent all day slaving over then gives a tiny nod to show approval rather than show any gratitude that his, pretend, dad has been working away all day.

I like to think its actually a village of the damned situation where if its not exactly right Marco Pierre White will be lifted in the air and torn apart by the mutant curly haired aliens disguised as tiny annoying food critics; although not as annoying as the ones on master-chef who's job it appears is to pretend as if the cook has just delivered a plate of mud with some leaves sticking out of it.
But I digress somewhat.
The reason I mention this is because the ring leader of the curly haired village of the damned also appears in a rather annoying advert for cereal that shall we say makes a popping noise, making chocolate cakes, how Mr White feels about his fake son sneaking off from his gourmet meals to make chocolate cakes on the sly we will sadly never know unless by the next advert he has mysteriously disappeared to be replaced by an equally curly haired child although one not using the art of deception to gain access to chocolate crispy cakes.
of course it could also just be an advert