Thursday, November 23, 2006
Plate Tectonics - Revisited
I am at a loss for words. Yes, something has really left me speechless, which for those of you who know me, or read this blog regularly, is perhaps difficult to believe. Isn’t Bucko! the one who always has something to say on every issue? No sitting on the fence or half hearted opinions for him, it’s all black and white and no mistake. But it’s not an opinion on this something I’m struggling to form, because take it from me, I certainly have one of those. No, what I’m at a loss to understand is just why some people do some of the things they do. Not big stuff like murder or devil worship or supporting religious fundamentalism (or, for that matter, West Ham United…) those things are often beyond rational reasoning.
No, it’s the little things. Like painting your house pink and calling it Dunroamin’, or covering it in 100 million candela worth of Christmas lights and a huge Santa’s sleigh every Yuletide, or shopping at Costco, TK Maxx, or perhaps even Poundstretcher (all whislt in full pink velour Sam tracksuit and white stilettos mode no doubt.)
Let’s face it, the only place in the world where a house should be painted any colour other than white is Venice. The only house that should be lit up at any time of year is the Queen’s, and the only time you should shop in any of those establishments is if you are trying to make your weekly giro go as far as possible. Even then, the only "fashion" accessory you should sport is extra dark sunglasses just in case someone you know might happen to see you leaving.
Doing these things is, however, typical behaviour for some people. A very particular group of people; those with absolutely no taste whatsoever.
Now, most of us wouldn’t like to advertise the fact that we do anything that could be considered a little bit chavvy. Buying the 3 for £10 offer at Thresher’s or eating Pot Noodle for instance. But those that have this trait think irony is something Alanis Morissette sang about and that being Low Rent is some sort of badge of honour.
So perhaps that explains why someone would wish to drive around with this as their number plate.
It’s almost like saying "yeah, I wear Mackenzie, read the Sport and think El Paso is cuisine, but I can still drive a 4X4 and shop in Sainsbury’s". I have a feeling that while doing this their tiny minds are occupied wondering whether they've set Sky+ to record Trisha, and when their next French Polish is due.
I don’t really know, but answers on a postcard please as to why you would wish to drive around with as you number plate. Personally, I’d rather have dinner with Arsene Wegner…….
No, it’s the little things. Like painting your house pink and calling it Dunroamin’, or covering it in 100 million candela worth of Christmas lights and a huge Santa’s sleigh every Yuletide, or shopping at Costco, TK Maxx, or perhaps even Poundstretcher (all whislt in full pink velour Sam tracksuit and white stilettos mode no doubt.)
Let’s face it, the only place in the world where a house should be painted any colour other than white is Venice. The only house that should be lit up at any time of year is the Queen’s, and the only time you should shop in any of those establishments is if you are trying to make your weekly giro go as far as possible. Even then, the only "fashion" accessory you should sport is extra dark sunglasses just in case someone you know might happen to see you leaving.
Doing these things is, however, typical behaviour for some people. A very particular group of people; those with absolutely no taste whatsoever.
Now, most of us wouldn’t like to advertise the fact that we do anything that could be considered a little bit chavvy. Buying the 3 for £10 offer at Thresher’s or eating Pot Noodle for instance. But those that have this trait think irony is something Alanis Morissette sang about and that being Low Rent is some sort of badge of honour.
So perhaps that explains why someone would wish to drive around with this as their number plate.
It’s almost like saying "yeah, I wear Mackenzie, read the Sport and think El Paso is cuisine, but I can still drive a 4X4 and shop in Sainsbury’s". I have a feeling that while doing this their tiny minds are occupied wondering whether they've set Sky+ to record Trisha, and when their next French Polish is due.
I don’t really know, but answers on a postcard please as to why you would wish to drive around with as you number plate. Personally, I’d rather have dinner with Arsene Wegner…….
# posted by Bucko! @ 4:04 PM 
