Watching channel 4’s coverage of President Trumps press outing tonight, they descibe his performance as “rambling”.
Funny that, as one of the subjects Trump aired was the media themselves – how they twist, lie, dramatise trivia, eulogize trivia and trivial people – just as they do, daily, here in the UK.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m as concerned as the next man about Mr Trump – but you get his point don’t you? A far fairer assessment of his style today might have read “conversational”. I guess that’s not dramatic enough.
Intense sadness in the marketing world as the olde worlde “as you do” and “my bad” – together with the “ffwwwoooosh sound, (coupled with hand showing something just said went “clean over their head”) showing rapid ageing signs.
Even “bring it on” as touted by the Tesco Christmas TV advert – a mere five weeks ago is already looking a bit frayed round the edges, and “get in” – positively pedestrian, despite the pull of its ‘Almost American’ undertones.
“It’s reet bugger getting a handle on just what the dudes are saying these days, man” – complained Tristan Haarwelle, corporate head of Aspirational Music and Heart-tugging images‘ at Weller, Weller and Spin – despite such items as the teeth-grindingly cringe-making “to be fair” gaining ground nationally.
“If fings get much worse, we’ll be playing the sound of American attack helicopters over every blasted advert, just to shock the buggers into buying” he added – “seems to work in the movies don’t it?”
For me, it started with glee – Mrs May gets to be the first head of state to meet Trumpy-babes. She’s champing at the bit, looking for some success amid the endless commenting and planning for Brexit.
Planning which, in essence – is just wishes, as twenty-seven other member states (many of them run far more fairly, far more cleverly than us in the UK) effectively decide our fate.
Then the demonstrations start – and at home Mr Corbyn (for once) comes out with the one thing he needed to – bang on focus, bang on time – “Donald Trump should not be welcomed to Britain while he abuses our shared values with his shameful Muslim ban and attacks on refugees’ and women’s rights.” – and as the weekend news reels juxtaposition each item to suit the organisation’s needs or creeds, the mess spreads.
Of course, it’s a mess that is a few years old – coming to, or starting to show itself through popularism, and a lot of that based on what headlines a few rags decide to run – truth or not.
But it’s dangerous stuff. The seeds of change without the first idea of what to replace it with.
And without that, it’s back to neo-liberalism, just for the sake of stability.
Oak Furniture Land just got their TV advert banned for spouting blatant untruths – well, one, the one about veneer.
A bit CRUCIAL though – like: This car has wheels – oh no, sorry, it doesn’t.
To be fair I don’t mind this company’s adverts – they’re jolly, and don’t employ any mind-bending techniques or aspirational music.
Truth is, I was going to give them a quick blast – as we noticed last night their BIG WINTER SALE is on (hot on the heels of Xmas sale, boxing day blah blah) – so we’ve started noting just how many SALES they’ll manage this year.
Amongst the Christmas TV stuff Sunny loans implored us to chill out, fear not, Sunny offer ‘life support’ – if, IF you take out one of their loans.
Let’s just be clear here – if you borrow £500 and take a year to pay it back, you’ll be paying back £6455 in interest. OK?
OK this is all common knowledge isn’t it? You merely need to peer down to the bottom-left bit of your screen, keep your eyes fixed there and you’ll see the APR plainly displayed for each and every one of those likely to be taken in, to jot it down, grab a calculator, work out all the stuff, and make Sunny loans a company that NEVER has any customers – it’s easy isn’t it?
What the hell are people supposed to do? What with new handbags needed so badly, latest phones arriving, fitness trackers making people so cool across our screens, pet insurance sold like you’ll be a murdering bastard if you think it unnecessary.
I really don’t know what all the fuss is about? Get into sufficient mess and you can ring-up “South Today” or “Points East” or post on Twitface that your son/daughter/lovely kitten is about to die of starvation; all because of these awful terrible loan people. They just don’t care, do they?
So Teresa May then?
A mixture of good and bad.
The ‘good’ if you can call it that, being such comments as “Under my leadership, the Conservative party will put itself – completely, absolutely, unequivocally – at the service of working people.” Not so good the continuation of – Privatise through the backdoor – policies such as ‘free’ schools, academies, et al.
It hasn’t been suggested yet, so I thought I’d wade-in here – you don’t think, I mean, it’s not possible is it – that such a Monster reformer looms somewhere in the background, in Opposition, that the Tories just HAD to manoeuvre this ever so slightly softer version of their usual true blue stance, as a foil against such a threat?
The Cons can reasonably argue that the public might well, after Brexit, not have the appetite for yet more shocks, so, ‘steady-as-SHE-goes’ – with just enough wiggle room to feel someone might be a bit on their side, is less of a leap of faith than a full-blown political system upheaval?
Definition of the word: manoeuvre carefully guide or manipulate (someone or something) in order to achieve an end. “they were manoeuvring him into betraying his friend” synonyms: intrigue, plot, scheme, plan, lay plans, conspire, pull strings;
And what on earth, WHO on earth could be such a threat as to necessitate such manoeuvres?
We spent a lot of time on the road this past weekend, travelling almost the length of the country one day, then back the next.
This meant about every two hours stopping for coffee (for me) at one of those rip-off centres along the Motorways. “Services” they call them.
Don’t get me wrong, they’re handy – necessary even, to combat fatigue, ease aches, use the loo, re-caffeine yourself!
and then there’s the prices . . . . at one time ‘excepted’ as one of life’s little buggers (need fuel – 20p extra a litre please) – the rip-offs are so blatant it’s a shock. It’s the – ‘If you have to get it now, here – where no rules of normality seem to apply – then I’m gonna charge you what the bloody hell I like, matey”