It's A Sign, I Tell You
Last night I was sitting in the of the 麻豆官网首页入口's H.Q. at Paicific Quay when I suddently found myself being introduced to Steven Purcell, the Leader of Glasgow City Council. Stumped for small-talk, all I could think of was to congratulate him on the massive poster that now adorns the old Post Office building in George Square. The poster is part of to host the Commonwealth Games in 2014.
Of course, first thing this morning I thought of all sorts of brilliant and witty things I could have said, but it was too late. Besides, the truth is I am weirdly fascinated by posters and advertising. Why, only the other day I found myself speculating about some of the characters we came to know and love from TV adverts. I like to imagine they're all having fun in a rest-home for fictional advertising folk. Picture the scene as the original Captain Birdseye shares saucy sea stories with the original Milky Bar Kid. Or what if the action hero who delivered chocolates in those old Milk Tray ads is now morbidly obese, having gorged himself on mountains of soft centres.
But I digress.
I see Glasgow City Council have developed a new scheme to tackle illegal fly-posters. They've ben slapping "cancelled" stickers over posters recent music festivals. I'm not sure this will work. Music fans will soon decide that a "cancelled" sticker is simply the work of council killjoys and promoters will soon see this stamp of authority as an edgy status symbol .
But if you really want something to be upset about then consider the sign that has disgraced the wall outside Glasgow's central station for many a decade. I've always thought of this as blatant prejudice against shy and modest vehicles.
Be warned; only gregarious cars seem to be welcome in Glasgow.
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