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I'm with the brand

  Fri 6th April 2012

Standing at the cashpoint, trying to influence the ATM into giving me a final tenner by being insouciant. My magic works. In the pub, I meet Neil and Kev. A phase of talking to Kev and wanting to kiss him, and letting his words go in parallel with imagining his cock in my mouth. As I left I kissed him on the lips. "Don't do that," he says. "You'll tempt me." "It crosses my mind," I say. I wish you could do this with women, without it being all significant.

Before that, I get pleasingly detained by a train driver with whom I used to work. I sometimes miss the culture of the railways. It's an intelligent, working class culture. We stand at the bar and I like how he starts swearing in a way which I know indicates friendship rather than aggression.

We chat with some young, keen but rightwing Lib Dem councillors saying about how people go to Preston to shop. No they don't. And a translator from Toulouse and her Canadian boyfriend, who clasped hands on the table. I don't want any girlfriend to whom I have to be so demonstrably fond in public. The sense of needing a third party, an audience, in order to certify "love" (whatever that is). It's the physical equivalent of using your mobile phone in public. It says "There's something more important than you."

In the streets afterwards, everyone's declaring Easter drunken. Branded men wear logoed T-shirts. High heels and minidresses on women, who are suffering with the angles. "He's a nice bloke, a regular," I overhear from one of them, and I'm vainly happy as I go home.

But not pissed enough. Not a pleasant feeling, and wondering whether I should resort to the medicinally harsh black Hungarian "tonic" that is unloved in the kitchen. Supposed to be going to see Kitty and Melissa in Lytham tomorrow but won't be able to do that now.

9 comments

Comment from: [Member]

“branded men” - i love that! the description. i generally find branded men annoying…

Fri 6th April 2012 @ 12:18
Comment from: [Member]

Why are they walking around advertising huge companies for free? I think it’s a bit sinister, all this psychological identification with a brand name to indicate character or group membership.

Fri 6th April 2012 @ 12:27
Comment from: Lord Lurkin' [Visitor]

People seem to be particularly susceptible to the idea that being associated with a brand tells the world something about their personality. Whether it’s a Nike t-shirt, Alpha-Romeo car or Apple phone - they buy that stuff mostly because people like me have persuaded them that the brand has particular ‘values’ with which they wish to associate themselves.

They’ll tell themselves and everybody else that they like the style of the shirt, the way the car drives, the features of the phone. This is all demonstrably bullshit. In almost all cases, better alternatives are available at better prices.

Deep down, they think the logo tells the world something about the kind of person they are. We don’t sell products, we sell brands, and brands are just strap-on personalities for the under-endowed.

Fri 6th April 2012 @ 13:58

Oh you poor bastard.
I recognise the symptoms of a deep depression on an imminent approach.

I strongly suggest a lot of alcohol and/ or mood/mind altering substances as soon as possible.

Sat 7th April 2012 @ 07:00
Comment from: [Member]

LL: It’s interesting to hear that from an insider’s perspective and I completely agree with your analysis. Funny you mention Apple - the one around their computer equipment and its founder is especially sinister I think. Steve Jobs’s death was the nearest thing we’ve had to the mass hysteria that broke out when Diana died.

You’re probably familiar with the book LL but I pinched the title from a book about this phenomenon by Rob Walker. (Telegraph review here).

TSB: The day turned out great as these lovely friends (Kitty and Melissa) rode to the rescue and came over to Lancaster. Details later. (Photo’s from August. Melissa now sports the sexiest little black square specs).

Lytham with Kitty and Melissa

Sat 7th April 2012 @ 10:58

Was that opening paragraph an attempt at a shocking O. Henry-twist? Well done!

What’s wrong with overhearing some sweet vindication?! Nothing vain about that. More human than anything else.

Sun 8th April 2012 @ 20:05
Comment from: [Member]

I’m not attempting to shock, I’m just reporting my life. You can’t shock anyone since Modernism.

And thanks - I just felt a bit silly how pleased I was to hear a very young barmaid call me a nice bloke to a third party.

Sun 8th April 2012 @ 23:52
Comment from: heybartender [Visitor]

“swearing in a way which I know indicates friendship rather than aggression”

My gods thank you- thank you for understanding this. I immediately begin swearing my head off when I become comfortable with a person, and I hate when it is taken the wrong way.

Great post.

Thu 12th April 2012 @ 02:22
Comment from: [Member]

Thanks J! Me too - swearing’s a sign of friendship, of feeling comfortable with someone.

Thu 12th April 2012 @ 08:08


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