OPEN POST: I Asked for Ad/verts From The Past. My UK and US People Represented, and My Canadian Came Through Too!

I couldn't come up with anything from memory because my radical bohemian anti-corporate weed-smoking hippie adjacent alternative living parents thought watching television subjected us to capitalist propaganda, and a narrow materialistic view of the world that excluded everyone but conformist white heterosexuals. So there are many, many gaps in my television watching career. Not to say I never watched it, but it was mostly PBS, movie rentals, or basic cable. Nothing much has ever changed. I don't think it makes me superior. It just means the pop culture television landscape, and I rarely connect. A week ago, I sent an email to my friends and family asking for links to commercials they remember. I received many back with a lot of stories and anecdotes about that time in their lives or how the world was then. These are some from the UK and the US. I couldn't link them all because some people sent me a lot, and then kept sending them. Some weren't in English, and I have no idea what the hell was happening in the commercial. Maybe for another OP. 

Aww, Fleury had a Paddington bear as a little boy that he loved so much that there are several photos of him with his little bear. It's in a box in the attic with Paddington books. Poor little Paddington. 

Above: As someone in the comments said:DT is that you? 

This one was sent from my older black cousin, who used to have an inside joke I never understood as a kid with her brother. No, my brother, you've got to get your own. 

The British like their adverts with a patina of violence. Just a smidge of gleeful pain without remorse. 

Below: Calvin Got A Job. I have no words. None. In case you didn't know. Black people talk reeeeally sassy, like with full black accents, no matter where they live, it sounds the same, even if it looks suspiciously like New York City. FFS, they leaned so far over the edge into stereotypes that necks were broken, and some people paid the ultimate price and died. 

Below: Yes, even Canadians can be mean. Hahaha. Albert and Calvin should form a new Canadian/American alliance against the reprobates in the DC. Albert showed you all! Even though first names aren't typically on the back of hockey jerseys, that doesn't matter. Albert only goes by Albert. No last name. The true legends don't need one. 

Below: This one scares me. That guy looks like a serial killer with some nasty plans to circle back later and put the cab driver in a wood chipper. He's the younger brother of the albino killer in Foul Play. Goldie Hawn fans remember. You know, that was kind of messed up to make an albino a psychotic maniac. As messed as making a commercial portraying a "good for nothing" black kid with no work ethic suddenly working his way up to manage a McDonald's. All he needed was to just bend down and pull himself up by his bootstraps. That's it. Black unemployment solved. Oh, he wanted to go to college and be a doctor like his dad? No, you see, Calvin has no dad. That's the real story. 

Can you think of some to share? For the love of Calvin, surely you can think of one.