Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 6 July 2015
Blue is for boys, pink is for girls
Here is just one of the many photos I took at the pub yesterday. This man - a popular musician and entertainer - is a local artiste called Bill Smarme.
Bill officially opened the refurbished Ladies W.C. yesterday, cutting the ribbon with a gold-plated pair of garden shears. The ribbon was a lurid purple to match most of the paintwork inside, and thankfully everyone stayed on the outside so did not have to endure the risk of having a seizure brought on by the disturbing colour scheme.
H.I. went in to have a look - and a wee - and pronounced it 'hideous' before she ran off. Ok, I know she is highly attuned to subtle nuances of colour, but I don't think that this was an over-reaction.
The ten people who chose the paints are stoutly defending their choices as deliberate, despite the fact that all they did was suggest something on a shopping list, then give it to the (male) General Manager to interpret himself whilst actually in the paint shop.
There is one good thing to have come from all of this, and that is that the experience of helping to tart the place up has instilled an approach toward interior decoration in me which can be summed up in one, easy to remember maxim:
When choosing the colours for a shared, public area, it is important to make sure that anyone can go into it wearing any colour of clothing without clashing with the walls and floor.