Saturday, 1 November 2008
Guardian All Ears 1st November
I figured the Guardian audience might pick up on the Hogarth steals in the background (see article) while the ironic metal t-shirt is just a personal obsession at the moment - as are alarmingly low slung jeans on men who are 'old enough to know better'
(I realise I probably fit into that demographic but my trouserage is generally less ill informed)
(Article by Micheal Holden)
Queuing for an art exhibition I was distracted from the disparity between my expectations of what I was waiting to see and the tedium of the wait itself by the men behind me whose conversation seemed calculated to impress what they must have assumed was a learned audience.
Man 1 “You could go and see an original Hogarth, but I mean really, what are you looking at, it’s a print. The guy was an engraver.”
Man 2 “He couldn’t trust his printers apparently.”
Man 1 (anxious to display affinity with another subject) “Hmm…did you hear about the recent research on pharmaceutical copyrights? They told half the sample matrix they were taking branded American drugs and the other half they were using third world copies. Everyone reported better results with the American one, but of course, they were all placebos!”
Man 2 (not to be outdone) “What about Formula One? They say they’re cutting down on their emissions, but, think about it, they actually (+I)fly(-I) cars around the world!”
Man 1 (looking at sign on the gallery wall) “How many memberships do you think they need to sell to break even?”
Man 2 (looking at the queue) “I’m surprise they don’t have automatic barriers here”
Man 1 (all knowing) “Well they can create more problems than they solve.”
Man 2 (annoyed that he had lost his friend’s full attention) “What are you doing?”
Man 1 “Sending a text to Zoe. I’m being self deprecating. How do you spell zeitgeist?”
Man 2 (theatrically appalled) “I’d have thought (+I)you((-I) of all people would have known (+I)that(-I).
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Saturday, 25 October 2008
Guardian All Ears 25th October
I know, I know, racial stereotypes are soooo easy but sometimes they're begging to be used! Wonder if I could get a Matalan tattoo somewhere - classy! (apologies for any mangling of French language involved in above illo)
(Article by Micheal Holden)
I was standing a queue for a cash machine-the only around that doesn’t charge a fee for its services-when the man behind me was joined by a friend who must have gone for a wander about to kill time.
Man 1 “You won’t believe what I’ve just seen.”
Man 2 “What?”
Man 1 “There’s a bloke up there, in the market, with the Pizza Express logo tattooed on his arm!”
Man 2 “Really?”
Man 1 “That’s what it looked like, I had a pretty good look at it.”
Man 2 “You see these things on the internet, sponsored tattoos.”
Man 1 “Mugs. You wouldn’t see something like that in France, they’ve got too much self respect.”
Man 2 “I was there last week.”
Man 1 “Any corporate tattoos?”
Man 2 “No. Mind you it was cold. They are nuts though, in their own way. I was in a supermarket, at the checkout and this bloke got angry because I hadn’t moved put the little ledge-the one that says ‘next customer’ at the end of my shopping.
Man 1 “How angry?”
Man 2 “He had a mutter and then sort of snatched at the sign and slammed it down. My mate who I stayed with says it’s a big thing over there, a proper insult if you don’t do it. And yet when there’s any real trouble on the cards…bosh, they’re gone.”
Man 1 “Like I said, too much self respect.”
Man 2 “Too much for their own good.”
Man 1 “But you have to respect them for that.”
Man 2 (visibly baffled but playing along) “Yeah, yeah. I do, I do.”
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
Saturday, 18 October 2008
Guardian All Ears 18th October
The Kirk Douglas picture is very small - but hopefully well formed! Couldn't resist the can of 'Wifebeater' or the circle of shame!
On a train just pulling out of the station I watched as a couple with a young kid collapsed into the seats across from me. Their joy at having made it was amplified by their amazement at finding seats together across a table and while the mum opened a magazine the father celebrated with a bottle of lager.
Child: “What’s that?”
Man: “It’s for me to drink?”
Child: “Is it a beer?”
Man: “That’s exactly what it is.”
The kid tired of its enquiries and stared out the window while the man looked up and down the carriage in admiration.
Man: (to no-one) “We should have these sorts of trains on our line. Ten carriages. Smart.”
As his family had lost interest in him he pulled out some kind of digital device and started prodding it.
Man: (craving a response) “I’m being stalked on Facebook.”
Woman: (giving in) “Who by?”
Man: (sounding worried) “I don’t know the name, no idea who it is-but-he’s using the picture of young Kirk Douglas, it’s quite disconcerting.”
He handed the phone over to the woman to inspect
Man: “He’s got one friend. You could make it up.”
Woman: “How do you know it’s a man?”
Man: “Well he’s using the picture of a young Kirk Douglas so I thought…”
The woman handed him the phone back and looked at him as if to say, “enough of this, you are an idiot.”
Child: “Who’s Kirk Douglas?”
Man: “A man on the Internet.”
Woman (decisive): “Never mind.”
Article by Micheal Holden
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