London 2012
Bureaucracy runs this epic city; that, and Ken’s whims. Venezuelan petrol, anyone? The Lord Mayor does a fantastic job most of the time, though. Not much unlike Elliot’s plans on having a lot of industry titans cool their heels in state penitentiaries, Ken plans on cooling the entire underground, no less! Way to go, mate. And wants NY, in turn, to learn road-pricing from him, the thoroughly entertaining TfL and their bunch of goons at Capita, duly advised by DTT LLP (limited libido prats, that is). But, that’s another blory (n, a blogged story) altogether. I could go on whining….
My friends, I want you, instead, to have a look at the freshly unveiled logo for the 2012 Games. Let me warn you, please have a bag handy just in case you feel sick. Designed by someone who has not much use for his eyes, reviewed by a committee over conference calls and approved by assorted suits, there never has been anything that betters this in crassness, sheer lack of imagination and gross absence of talent. Of course, like any worthwhile piece of modern art, this needs be interpreted and the suits didn’t disappoint - this, believe me, is meant to appeal to “young people”. Who doesn’t know that pink digits, with yellow border and rendered in a font that could only have been Teletubbies’ handiwork while asleep or thoroughly drunk, appeal to the young! And it came quite cheap, a hundred kilo short of half-a-million in the proper currency. With all that appeal, young people, acne and all, will be thronging to see women’s short-put, not discouraged by the knowledge that Kelly Sotherton will not do short-put, come 2012. May be, by then, we will have had another 10,000 laws, half of which seek to ban smoking, sex, drinking, eating, sleeping and snoring, but, encourage gambling and a healthy fear of the long-disbanded Enn-Etch-Ess, Ferrovial having taken that over with hot billions. And there will absolutely be nothing left for young people to do…
