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01/08/2004: "Hi-ho, Hi-ho, it's pointless. All of it. Blaaack. BLAAAACK."
First day back at work after Christmas holidays. Am unpleasantly full post a tuna and mayonaisse pasta salad. The mayo had the consistency of old cowgum. The pasta had fought off taste's advances.
I saw a good thing today, a series of posters on London Underground talking about money as a corrupting influence, how our possessions end up owning us and how we should spend time on our minds instead of our looks.
The posters were were comprised of black and white photos and red and white straplines. One quoted Malcom X. A banner quoted Edgar Allen Poe. The style was reminiscient of punk 'zines of the eighties and the Art of Noise.
I was surprised and pleased to see my beliefs writ large in the tube. Perhaps they were absorbed by some of the thousands of commuters that pass daily through Bond St. station. At the very least they made a stand against the lesser aspects of human society and nature.
Who had done this work? Which commonsense, anti-unconcious consumerism organisation had the guts and money to say all this? To bring these messages to the heart of London's over-priced and spiritually malnourished shopping district?
Selfridges. Advertising their January sales.
Bollocks.
