Not so much an advert, in the narrow/normal sense of the word, but right now here in the UK, we are being advertised to by our political parties who are all jumping up and down shouting ‘Pick me! Pick me!’ ahead of the forthcoming general election. My doormat is littered with orders to ‘Vote This Party’ or ‘Re-elect That Member of Parliament’. My recycling bin is having a field day.
I saw something about Time Square in New York on the TV the other day and remember thinking, if all those neon adverts were replaced by men and women standing in the streets shouting, would it change our approach to advertising?
I have a sight problem which renders neon adverts and high contrast imagery a disturbing blur, which ultimately leads to unstable and irritating (to say the least) double vision. I’m starting to feel the same way about the nature of politics in my country, to be honest. it has taken a nasty, divisive, dishonest and aggressive turn whicb is unstable and far more depressing than irritating. We have had three and half years of political and social upheaval (I won’t write about that particular subject here, don’t worry). It’s very very stressful.
I will vote – I value the fact that we have universal suffrage far too much to consider not voting. I am lucky enough to live in a constituency that has a decent MP who works very hard for us.
I wish it was all over, although I dread what lies ahead after 12th December. Oh the irony that the results will be know on Friday 13th….
This is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday, hosted by the lovely Linda – please visit her here to see what it’s all about.
On a Sunday morning, I’m probably the youngest person on the bus – and believe you me, I’m no teenager! Nor am I in my twenties or thirties… sigh!
But that got me thinking. Just because I am physically the youngest, does that mean I am also the youngest mentally? If I have my health and all my mental faculties about me when I’m a pensioner (or senior, as people of a certain age are known in other countries), I want to see the funny, light side of life. I want to find joy in the most mundane of things, have a cheeky sense of humour and not feel constricted by deadlines, by the Monday to Friday routine, by all those matters that can weigh us down when we’re of (standard) working age.
I have wondered, every now and again, what is going on in the minds of my older fellow travellers. I hope they are enjoying life in the way I aspire to, when I reach their age. They’ve contributed to society, paid their way, put the hours in. I think they deserve to kick back and wear a cheeky grin, don’t you?
It’s Saturday (hurrah!) so that means it’s time for the lovely Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, and this week she invites us to write using the word ‘bus’, or a word that includes it.
Please do hope on over to her blog to enjoy what others have written!
I don’t know if Monday to Thursday this week has been the hottest few days we’ve had in September ever, but it certainly has been rather warm. So… cue trains with no air-conditioning… or so much that us poor passengers felt like we were trapped in a moving fridge (I kid you not!). Thankfully, my office’s air-con has been working well recently, so the temperature has been just right. Although… when I stepped outside for a lunch break, I felt as if I’d walked into a hot duvet.
And… speaking of duvets… too hot with it on, too exposed with it off! I felt all Goldilocks, but never being able to find the scenario that was just right.
I’m not really complaining, honest! It has been lovely to have some late summer sunshine. Perhaps I’d have been better off being born somewhere more northerly. I do want to visit Iceland one day…
It’s time for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where this week we are invited to write using ‘-est’. So, it’s been hot here in the UK, as you can tell!
Please do head on over to Linda’s blog to read and enjoy all the streams…!