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'Sorry we're full'

— All the jobs that don’t cause your brain to melt and ooze out through your ears and nose and make a nasty mess on the floor, 2014

(Source: Cameron’s Britain)

champagnepapucho:

(Extra) Ordinary Drawings Series, 2014.Suzanne Bakkum

champagnepapucho:

(Extra) Ordinary Drawings Series, 2014.Suzanne Bakkum

champagnepapucho:

(Extra) Ordinary Drawings Series, 2014.
Suzanne Bakkum

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'It's easy enough to see what it was that fucked me up. I go on about all this a lot. I make no apologies. It's just too bad. I'm allowed to go on about it, on account of it fucking me up.'

Steve Bell

Steve Bell

It’s entirely the nature of modern advertising and those who control it to leave all dignity, tact or heart at home. But so what? Noone’s ever disputed that. I’m just taking a minute to express some sadness at the loss of class.


Here’s to you, John Smith. You’re our kind of person. Your individuality, generosity of spirit and unquenchable thirst for the new and the vibrant is right up our alley. You might even say we have these things in common. You know John, we ought to spend some time together. At our place! Before you know it, you’ll be having half your sentences -finished! Oh, you got there first!


It takes a certain kind of person to notice those little peculiarities that make you, you! And in how long, the time it’s taken for you to reach the front of that queue? And for us to catch your eye? Maybe it’s not so amazing after all. I’d say you’ve probably seen it in us too, but we never were ones to speak highly of ourselves, were we John?


Next time we see each other, we’ll give you a ride here. It’s the least we could do. Hey - we’ll hold your hand as we walk in, because you know what? It’s people like you and everyone here who hate to admit that once in a while we can take it easy, even just for one minute of the day. And maybe we ought to; let someone else take some of the strain off. We’ll hold your hand, carry your wallet, too, and you can leave that on the side while you’re here - it must weigh enough and noone can say you haven’t earned it!


When we meet people like you, John, we don’t even need to say, ‘Oh John, of course you’re welcome to leave your wallet with us, we’ve got an understanding! A connection. That’s something to cling onto, especially these days.’ - It all just goes without saying. And that’s when we know we’re talking to our kind of person.


Ya know? Class.


Think of the person you’d least like to invite to a party. They turn up with champagne, beer crates, the most lavish canapes you’re ever likely to set eyes on. They gift you an iPad. They’ve hired a big band for the night without telling you. As the night goes on, though - and you feel almost guilty about this - you still think they’re an arsehole. You ask them to leave and, oddly, they don’t mind doing so. They even willingly leave behind everything they brought along, for you to keep. It reminds you of them for weeks, months after and before long you get rid of everything that reminds you of them. One weekend you hear a big band playing next door, all night. The whole bluntly metaphorical scenario plays out to its natural conclusion.


And this is just reason to cherish the BBC.