Worst. Advertisement. For. Reading. Ever.
I found this guy on youtube, as I trawled through Dostoevsky clips, as you do on a Monday night. He is to reading books what Jeremy Clarkson was to denim in the early 90s. I think we need to subdue Clarkson a bit, he does come dangerously close to the line on issues such as sexism, environmentalism and homophobia and he seems to be some kind of super-hero to those of a balding, paunch-bearing and sexually frustrated bent. His flippant remarks show that you can’t keep a good public school boy away from flirting with bigotry (can you Boris?).
So reading got this guy to some gig in Alabama in a room with 200 other dudes listening to “roomy poetry” did it? Well if that’s where reading gets you, throw me that copy of Heat over here right now.
On the topic of advertisement. I am normally against gigantic advertising on corner properties such as that at the Foundry but alas, there is always an exception to the rule. This exception comes in the giant format of the poster for the new Skins series (starts tonight) featuring the scantily-clad Michelle from the show. FTW!
For those of you that missed it, here’s the trailer from series 1. It reminds me of two things: a) our last houseparty and b) seeing the Gossip at the Forum in Kentish Town and walking out of their feeling like I’d been beaten up by Mike Tyson through junglist massive-esque moshpit madness.
