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.


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  2. I've been told not to take photos of merchandise I am looking at for customers. I can;t drag them to have a look, that's what I am paid to do. I don;t mind if they have a catalog they can give me,but a lot of the time, they don;t and won;t let me photograph the stupid thing.

    Oops...there's your doorbell.

  3. Unless you are selling vintage stuff that visitors of various nationalities who are commissioned by their magazine editors or retail head office to photograph rather than purchase originals so they can modify and represent as 'original' at their next high value fashion season's show to the world's press for ABC and Z list celebs to vaunt. All at your expense because they wouldn't pay £30 - £50 for the original from which to steal every aspect of some anonymous long dead dressmaker's skill. Oops but some of them do this as well.

  4. Yes, with haute couture I understand, but it goes on anyway. With crap prints and photographs, well, that's just trying to add value which was never that high in the first place.

    Imitation is the highest form of flattery? Come on then - imitate me, why don't you, Chinese people?

  5. Raised middle finger, Tom.
    Is that what peelers are called these days? Community support officers? Sound like an undergarment for wobbly people.

    1. Community Support officers are usually called 'plastic policemen'. They are a sort of Police- Lite. No powers of arrest, and come to think of it, not much other power either. Their prime purpose is to harass law-abiding citizens.

  6. Ello ello ello. So, what have they done to you this time? Or have you just got a fish bone in your throat?

  7. Hey ! My dad was a cop. And he was fat. But he never patrolled naked, My mother saw to that.