Don't Find Me I'm Not Yours (A Parody)
by David Neal

Arial^® had been a mermaid in a former life. Now she is redheaded, slithe, endowed, and perhaps a bit anorexic.

Caslon is macho, swarthy, all in all a hunk. His only physical flaw might be that his six-packs have turned to beer belly. (Well, there might be another, but we shall not speak of "it.")

They would make a great couple, except that they have never met and never will. This is not the story of a story, it is the story of a not a story. A fantasy of clicky-clacky. A seemingly unending series of saccharine (aspartame?, sucralose?) non-events interrupted by irrelevant imagery, out-of-tune music, and video that looks like it was sent over 1950's broadcast, the tower too far away to a set that couldn't quite focus it. Digital "snow" if you will.

A one, two and 3D feast for the senses. A sort of Three Men in a Boat for the digital age, full of digressions and diversions in desperate search of a plot.

Neither Newcastle Brown Ale nor any of these other brands are sponsors of this story. But we wish they were! And the ad is awesome. But then, so were Speight's Southern Man ads. And beer plays no small part in this story.

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