For your own good
For your own good
21 November 2007
Here's a quick look at some of the most pointless, patronising, and pathetic public safety posters to which we, the long-suffering people of the U.K. have been subjected in recent times...
In 2001, and again in 2005, the Met got into the Christmas spirit with a bit of pantomime vilification of drug dealers. Or maybe 'raton, a rat' was an expensive attempt to give the people of London a very short French lesson. Either way, I'm sure it didn't work.
They do? Sheesh. I guess we'd better make sure we all keep our personal information nice and safe then... OOOPS!
And about 250,000 shags; let's give a balanced picture here...
First of all, what the fuck is he doing? It looks like he's throwing his head back and pretending to sing a power-balad into a non-existent mic. Hardly the time or place. Second - yes we're all supposed to be politically correct, but isn't casting a one-legged black man as your hero a bit extreme?
Here we go - this explains a lot. Here's our hero, back in his two-legged days, utterly defeated and exhausted by the complexity of descending an escalator. Or maybe he was trying, even less successfully, to go up? Either way, are you fucking serious?
Presumably, the implication is that the woman is thinking this official claptrap. Now, who the HELL has that kind of thing running through their head when they're sitting on the tube? Is this some kind of autism awareness campaign?
And then after we do get bombed, the Met decides to take the facinated-younger-brother-repeatedly-asking-annoying-questions approach. Anyway, Christ! Do I look like I was there?
