Sometimes it doesn’t matter how much you love to hate TV adverts.

Because sometimes there are just too many pigs to wank off down at the sausage factory.

So sometimes you struggle to tell the World your thoughts on the latest advertising hate-crime to invade your home.

Which is why, in a week( or so)’s time, I’ll be launching a nationwide (and maybe even internationwide, who knows?) hunt to find some new writers for the UK’s leading and, let’s be honest, funniest TV-based advertisement criticising blog - TV’s Worst Adverts.

This hunt will undoubtedly be as popular as this year’s X-Factor but without the ridiculously over the top Geordie accent. Which is why I’m pulling my trousers up a little closer to my arm pits and hoping someone walks through the double doors who looks the spit for Sinitta.

I just need to pin down some ground rules for the hunt (”Use no more than 16 “cunt”s in a row unless absolutely necessary” etc) but once I’m done the hunt will begin.

So, in the mean time, keep one on the offencebox and one eye on this blog.

Cheers, Silky.