Camilla Arfwedson Secret Escapes

Camilla Arfwedson Secret Escapes

This was a secret escapes advert like no other. Camilla had been doing the adverts for awhile, but never expected there to be one like this. It was for a sort of specialist resort package holiday. Camilla had no choice but to take part. Who knew, it may even prove to be fun. Either way, she would have to do it.

 

The advert came on television with Camilla’s face filling most of the screen. “There is a new kind of secret escapes, for those into things a little more saucy,” she whispered. With that a pie flew her way. It smashed into one side of her head. It hit her on one side of her head towards the top of her head. It stuck in place three quarters of the way on the side of her head. She smiled as the camera focused on her.

The scene then changed. She was now walking along outdoors near a pool. “The new secret escapes holidays cater to those with messy tastes,” she said, raising her eyebrows. At that point, what appeared to be a bucket of green gunged poured down over her head. She closed her eyes as the gunge poured over her head. It eventually stopped. She moved the muscles in her face. Her face and body were covered in gunge. It was very sloppy. She was not to react though.

The scene changed again. Camilla was shown in a restaurant. She was sat at a table. “Your stay will include The finest in dining money can buy,” she said raised her eyebrows. In an instant what appeared to be a pot of gruel flew her way, splashing across her face and chest. It was whitish grey  and sloppy. It splashed all over the table, the plates and the food that was on the table. She took two of her fingers and pushed some of the gruel away from eyes. She took a deep breath. “Bon appetite,” she said.

The scene then switched again. Now she was laying across a lounge chair by the pool in a huge hat, as she had done in one of the other commercials. Her legs were out in front of her. “These are the hottest secret escapes that have ever been put together,” she said. She looked up and a large amount of strawberry milkshake poured down on her from above. She kept as still as she could, but the force of the milkshake nearly pushed her over. It poured all over her legs then up her body and over her head. It seemed to pour for ages. She squealed because the strawberry milkshake was freezing cold.  She managed to keep her composure. When it finally stopped, the milkshake covered most of her body. She wiggled out her arms and legs.  “We hope to see you there,” she said.

The scene changed again. Now she was in her bedroom in a black nightie, as in one of the other adverts. She sat on her bed and looked up. “Well ,at  Messy secret escapes, there is mess everywhere, but at the end of the day, you may retire to the bedroom for even more messy fun.” She looked to the side. She was then hit with a barrage of leftovers. Eggs, macaroni salad, tuna, baked beans, ketchup and ham fell down on her. It fell for awhile. It covered her bed, clothes and body. She was soon covered in the leftover food. 

This time she gave a s lightly annoyed, bemused look as food dropped from her head. “New messy secret escapes. See you there,” she said,” And when we say secret, we mean it this time. It will be our secret,” she said. She winked at the camera as if she were actually speaking to the viewer.