Call That Graffiti?
I saw something on my way into the 大象传媒 this morning and it's been haunting me ever since. It was on the Millennium Bridge - one of those footbridges at Pacific Quay - and it was just this simple scrawl of graffiti: Tesco Smells.
Now, I should have just walked on and got on with running the radio station. That, after all, is what they pay me to do. But... Tesco Smells? What kind of poor excuse for graffiti is that? I mean, this is Glasgow, where neds have a proud tradition of daubing slogans about, well, rival gangs, football teams and religious leaders.
But supermarkets? That's a new one on me. And it's not as if the scrawled statement was particuarly powerful. I mean, Tesco Stinks would have been bold.
So what's going on? My theory is that Glasgow's gangs are being infiltrated by the middle classes. Imagine the scene...it's midnight on the bridge and seasoned headcase Malky is giving instruction to new recruit Sebastian.
Malky: Ok, here we are Sebby boy...a nice big space on that bridge...did you remember to bring the Magic Markers by the way?
Seb: Well yes, but the colour choice wasn't great. I was hoping to create something in shades of pastel...
Malky: Never mind that. Let's get to work before the Polis turn up. Now what's it tae be...make your mark, Sebby boy, get your anger out there for all to see
Seb: Yes indeed, well I did have a rather frustrating experience in Tesco this morning. They were all out of Kiwi fruit...
Malky: Aye...Tesco stinks right enough
Seb: Well, that's a bit harsh...I'll maybe tone that down a little...
