There's a delightful folksiness about the small ads you can find adorning the noticeboards of your local convenience store; the missing pet section, that old sofa that would look just right in your spare room if only it were recovered (with BBQ fuel and ignited), the part worn tyres, if you're lucky a battered Sony PS2 with a bunch of games that were tired 5 years back, never mind in the face of the latest from EA. It's all very cosy, all that old tat out there to be had for a song. You also get these sort of ads, the ones where, for the sake of a little experience, you can be out there with the in crowd, strutting your funky stuff.

Guess I won't be getting that phone call then...