are you reading this sideways?

I went to a cosy picture house the other day and saw a long film.

Before the film began, they played a series of long commercials.

There was one, in particular, which I won't be forgetting easily because it was so long and everyone shown was so gorgeous and happy and life was just so perfect for them, that it made my blood boil. It was apparently trying to make me desire a particular alcoholic beverage, the name of which I have chosen to forget.

The next clip they played, however, was the following and it has rather a different flavour to it, let's say.

Yours truly,

Booth