A PUZZLING parade of strange and terrifying non sequiturs interrupting a television broadcast has turned out in the final shot to be an advert for perfume.
The dizzying torrent of dissociated, jarring images included a man burying a jacket, a woman lost inside a flute and a burning car driving across a swimming pool, none of which are related to scent in any way.
Carolyn Ryan of Bedford said: “I’d been watching I’m A Celebrity moments before, but suddenly I seemed to be wildly hallucinating.
“Brief fragments of fever dreams flitted past my eyes. A lion roaring in a suburban kitchen. Two golden Cadillacs, nose down, flanking Dua Lipa while she screamed mist. A man in a tuxedo readying a razor blade salad.
“Was it an acid flashback? Had rogue broadcasters broken in, transmitting a series of subliminal messages designed to drive men to madness? Had I sat on the control and switched over to BBC4’s showing of Un Chien Andalou?
“Then the image settled on a bottle with the caption ‘Prometheus. By Dior’ and I realised the entire deranged phantasmagoria was trying to sell me 50ml of liquid that smells nice for £120.
“How did we end up here? Why assault our senses like this? What the f**k has any of this got to do with perfume?”