This month's award for the most atrociously dubbed advert goes to...Tampax: Two youth orientated, streetwise urbans encounter the wonders of discrete feminine hygiene, effortlessly communicating through third parties. With the help of these parties, the modelesque cliche boyfriend manages to retrieve a sandwich, biscuits and a 'sweet' from her. The trick is that he's in the other room, I guess. Because, would she have seen his notoriously out of sync lip movements, she most definitely would have legged it. But all she hears is these voiced in her head going 'Can I have a biscuit, Jo?'. So, what boyfriend wants, boyfriend gets. Even 'sweets'. Talking about the latter, have you ever wondered what happened to this so-called sweet? Has Mr. Boyfriend merely unwrapped it or has he actually swallowed the culprit? Did the fucker expand after he shoved it down his throat? Is this man still alive? I'm concerned, very concerned actually.