Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Norman Parkinson

I just saw this advertisement, for an exhibition of the work of Norman Parkinson, on Jeffrey Archer's Blogspot ("We Authors", don't you know!) and thought to myself that I can actually remember when women dressed like that but where did they all go - or, where did it all go wrong?

I mean, one minute, we are the greatest civilization on earth and the next we have become, roughly in order: beatniks, hippies,rockers, mods, punk rockers, goths and street rappas: each incarnation of 'pop' being lower and more vile than the last; thanks to idiots such as the walking corpse Andy Warhola and those 'artists' who: exhibit corpses; pile up bricks; or tin and label 'the artist's excreta' or, in the case of Tracy Emmins, scrunch up their dirty linen, for us to stare at in 'art' galleries. And it all takes place to a brain-damaging, wall-thumping, cacophany, called muzac, given to us by talentless, breast-wiggling, pelvis-grinding, near-naked female tarts and a host of scruffy, male plonkers, selected and promoted by money-grubbing morons on gutter-level 'telly' programmes.

What a shame that we 'lost it'.


  1. Bring it on! Bring it on! Grumpy Old Men have got NOTHING on you.

  2. I agree.

    Many argue that beauty and formality in dress and manner are superficial subjects which are not the true mark of a civilization.

    I diagree. To paraphrase Dr. Samuel Johnson, a person who does not care what he wears probably does not care about much else. I feel that our current manner of dress (or should I say "undress") reflect a disrespectful, shoddy, haphazard, and careless view of life.

    Keep up the fight!

  3. I may feel it but you said it!