Royal Bank of Sheep

Ima­gine that you are a large Scot­tish Bank. You want to film a new advert. For no doubt good reas­ons you already have a short list of ingredi­ents:

  • The agree­able voice of Ken Stott; and
  • A flock of sheep.

But no loc­a­tion. Yet. Hmmmm. Sheep. Where should you send your advert-wal­lahs?

New Zea­l­and of course! But you also need an urb­an set­ting, and lots of pro­duc­tion tal­ent. Oh, and if there’s the occa­sion­al Stage­coach liv­er­ied bus then all for the cheap­er (less sfx, you real­ise.)

at the stationAnd so your sheep and your advert-wal­lahs turn up in… Wel­ling­ton!

They have a fine old time, too. In the air­port, at the train sta­tion, and on a (digit­ally manip­u­lated) motor­way offramp, the sus­pi­ciously tidy sheep act the part of inert bank cus­tom­ers fol­low­ing each oth­er around the place. But one brave ewe mod­els the desired beha­viour for all the oth­er sheep to, er, fol­low: to break­away and join the Roy­al Bank of Sheep!

Here at the Wel­ling­tonista we won’t point out the irony inher­ent in using sheep to pro­mote slightly more indi­vidu­al­ist­ic beha­viour. Nope. Instead, we’d sug­gest a nice game of spot the fleet­ing Wel­ling­ton loc­a­tions, while hav­ing your day’s con­cerns soothed away in the Scotch Whisky balm that is Ken Stot­t’s voice.

Hat tip, and where to go to see this spot: the Best Ads On TV Blog.