Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Problem with authority
This sign reminds me of the almost mythical sign in the middle of nowhere (Ireland?) which simply said, "DO NOT THROW STONES AT THIS SIGN", so I took a photo of it.
I actually know the idiot who put this sign in his shop window and - in all fairness - there is another bit above it which relates to copyright infringements of all the absolutely horrible, limited edition litho-prints he tries to sell, as if anyone could take a photograph through a dirty window to such a high quality that they could be commercially reproduced, even if they WERE worth reproducing, as he seems to think they are. Like I say, he is a fool.
As I get older, my respect for authority diminishes, but the respect that I display to authority becomes increasingly deferential - until, that is, I completely lose my rag and start swearing at community support officers on the street - something that now seems to happen on a weekly basis.
I suppose I am contradicting myself, but I am now relying on the goodness of humans in general, not to beat elderly gentlemen around the head for looking at them in a way which could be construed as disrespectful. At least, that's what I tell myself that they tell themselves.
In any event - with the advent of St George's Day - I should jolly well be grateful that I live in a country which allows me to swear at policemen, even if they are fat, stupid and useless cunts who couldn't police themselves out of a panda car when greased up, naked and on fire.
There. I've said it. Now I am waiting for the knock on the door.