Negative advertising
Angry Whopper? I should think eating it would make you angrier. This being London, the Whopper pictured is no doubt tired of seeing darkies everywhere, wonders what happened to the real England, the sense of community that used to be here, blames it all on the immigrants and thinks fast food and Nazis are the answer.
Aren’t burgers German? Did Hitler not come to power with their support. It’s fitting that negative human traits should sell junk food. Below is a photo from Kentucky selling Wicked chicken. A reference to how the poor birds are treated and culled? No chance. Both these photos were taken in Whitechapel in east London last week
What next — Arsehole McNuggets? Wanker French Fries?
City Road, London EC1
Spotted these on the way to work yesterday. The morning commute is all about bodies, being squeezed together on the Tube, bumping into each other at the ticket gates and going home alone to makes sense of it all. Out of shot, across the road, a window cleaner is abseiling down a building. In the rush of the morning, we could see an elephant showering itself with hippos at the traffic lights, the moon could fall out of the sky and wouldn’t notice.
national identity
The English, as Jeremy Paxman noted in his book of that name, are for the first time having to define themselves. A hundred years ago to be English was just to be. Then there was the Empire. Today we have a few islands here and there and a footing in the Green Zone in Baghdad, official shelter of the coalition forces. Nice colour, but not quite the jewel in the crown India used to be; more Kryptonite than topaz.
Lovely weather
Heard one of these Republican environment experts on the radio talking about how global warming is good for the planet. “Surely you want England to be warmer,” he told the BBC presenter. No, we’d rather you cut down carbon emissions and we stayed a bit nippy. Oh, and while you’re at it, stop bombing other people.
Language thing
An American said to me: “You speak English differently to how we do.”
Yes, I said, it’s called iambic pentameter.
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