walkin' the walk

My housemate showed me this incredible picture of Obama on the campaign trail, as he talks to reporters in Providence, Rhode Island (a state which eventually went to Clinton in the primary). 

The detail of the worn-out soles of his shoes says everything really. And in the bottom right corner, you can just about make out the spine of his own book, 'The Audacity of..." 

Go now and see lots more incredible photos at Time magazine's web-site. 

Pepsi - well done, you made a funny...

                                                                                                                                                                      
 

I'm quite a fan of this Pepsi Max advert, which I found lying around the internet somewhere.

Twist, follows twist, follows twist = FUNNY. Well done Pepsi, you piqued my interest. 

BUT - let's not kid ourselves - massive stereotyping has it's place in this world. How do we differentiate between a geeky girl and a hot mama? Simple: a pair of wide-rimmed glasses and a book. Hot mama wearing the time-tested LBD - simple formulas work, as upsetting and impersonal as they may be. 

What is the gay guy wearing? A black 't', tightly fitted around the biceps and chest region (yes, I notice). Is this a formula? Yes and no. Yes because a lot of gay guys go for the black 't' look. No because if you're straight, the chances are you can't pull one off. 

Douchebag Holiday photos

Why is it the case that when people are abroad, and they see a shop with a mildly rude name - they feel the need to take a photo of it? And then show it to the world by posting it on facebook. I just don't get what their message is. 

"Here, LOOK at the name of this shop - 'KNOBS AND KNOCKERS' - honest, it's a real shop, I took a photo. Don't you get it? KNOBS as in, well you know. And KNOCKERS, as in, well you know, tits. Look, I took a photo." 

"What do they sell?" 

"Dunno. Bras and underpants I reckon."

 Just in case you thought I was kidding. 

We've probably all done it at some point in our lifetime. I remember when I was fifteen on a ski holiday to France, on the bus to Meribel, we passed the quaint little village of Pussy (there's probably a french accent somewhere on that name). Predictably, the whole coach thought the coincidence was too hilarious to miss with a camera. 

Most ridiculous are the photos of signs, restaurants or shops which have the same name as the person taking them. Or even, worse, if you see a shop called 'Doug - charcuterie' and decide that your actual friend Doug from back home would fall off his chair laughing when he finds out that there is a little ham shop on the outskirts of Marseilles named after him. Just. Not. Funny. 

"Oh look - there's a car. A car that has 'Coke' on the side. I've NEVER seen that in my life. Quick, quick, get a picture before it drives away. No, wait, get a picture with me trying to open it as if it's my coke car. Hey, shit, I just thought, "coke car" - do you think the guy is a drug dealer?"

Maybe I'm being a bit harsh here. It's only a bit of holiday harmless fun after all. Let's not take it too seriously.