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The Pembrokeshire Chronicles: 4th August

  • Bought a Kellogg’s Variety Pack today. A tradition of sorts, and now the holiday breakfasts can begin in earnest. #

The Pembrokeshire Chronicles: 3rd August

  • Arrived safe and sound in Saundersfoot. Two weeks’ holiday starts here. #
  • First holiday shower; thermostat has a mind of its own. Washing in instalments as water temperature fluctuates between freezing and boiling. #
  • I think I’ve just seen Nicky Wire from the Manic Street Preachers in Tenby. #
  • In Tenby. Lower Frog Street has to be the best road name ever; after Upper Frog Street that is, of course. #

Hiatus Hernia

It’s that time of the year when I pointlessly inform you all that I am off on holiday so you should expect silence around this more obscure part of the blogosphere for the next fortnight or so; pointless, of course, because it’s not as if this place doesn’t go quiet for a couple of weeks or more anyway from time to time, and without explanation, when I can’t be arsed or inclined to write something spellbindingly original or other.

But this time it was going to be different. I was going to announce how I had set up my Twitter Tools plugin so I could clump my Twitter “tweets” into a daily digest here on The Obscurer and continue my ramblings even while lodge-bound in Saundersfoot, Pembrokeshire. I planned to explain how I had pestered Orange into arming my mobile phone with 300 free texts so to facilitate this endeavour. It was going to be such fun.

But my holiday has come just as I am in the middle of one of my periodic “jaundiced with blogging” feelings, and so a break from the whole silly business seems very much the ticket. This is how I feel now. But will I feel the same way in a couple of days’ time?

So here’s the deal; I’m on holiday until Saturday the 16th of August, so some sort of hiatus is in order. But occasionally the odd thought, banal micro-observations or nano-utterances may pop through whether I like it or not, and so a rogue “tweet” may appear here if I can be bothered. If you subscribe via RSS them be prepared for the worst, and it may be worth re-tuning in two weeks’ time if you don’t like the sound of what is on offer. If you do, and are on Twitter already, then feel free to stalk follow me here regardless. Now you can’t say fairer than that, can you?

Exciting times, huh? Well it’s make or break for Twitter and me anyway. Let’s wait and see just what happens, shall we? Who knows, or dares to dream?

Spot The Difference

Today’s inaugural Spot The Difference competition comes to you courtesy of Photoshop Disasters, in association with Metro and The Sun. Click on the image for a full-screen view. First correct answer wins no prize.

Physical Graffiti

So, has Banksy finally been unmasked? More importantly, who cares? Not I. I’m afraid I’m going to have to demur from the popular opinion that Banksy is our most finest graffitoist.
Let’s start with a couple of his recent topical daubings that have regularly appeared on news reports, often without being specifically referred to, as if the image alone speaks volumes. First there was that “comment” on the government’s 10p tax travails, where Banksy decided to draw a 10 pence piece with – gasp – Gordon Brown’s face where the lion should appear! Because, it is a 10p tax, and Gordon Brown removed the 10p band, and he is now the prime minister, and…oh, if you don’t get it, just forget it. Then Banksy’s satirical gaze moved to the Glastonbury festival; there had been some controversy as Michael Eavis, organiser fo the festival, invited a rapper, Jay Z, to perform at what has historically been a rock and folk affair. Banksy’s inspired painting: Jay Zeavis! Yes, Jay Z, and Michael Eavis, put them together and taa-daa! Er, that’s it.*

Of course, these are just two off-the-cuff recent paintings from Banksy’s conveyor belt of talent; like all artists we should perhaps judge him by some of his timeless classics. So what of them? Well there’s

  • That image of Travolta and Jackson from Pulp Fiction, in execution mode. But wait! That’s not guns they’re pointing, but bananas! Get in there! A fitting comment that violence begets violence and can, er, mm, be ended by fruit? Because no one ever murdered anyone by using fruit? Did they? I dunno. Moving on…
  • What about that one of two male police officer in uniform kissing each other. Outrageous! Banksy hits home here, seemingly suggesting the hilarious possibility that two policeman might me gay! I mean, as if! The very thought of it! Madness! Next:
  • A picture of three children swearing allegiance to the flag; but hold on a moment. That’s no flag, but a Tesco carrier bag! Nice one, Banksy! Boo, hiss, down with the corporations, that’ll learn them. Because they’re taking over the country aren’t they? Or they have government in their pocket, don’t they? Or they are the government? Or something? Whatever. Oh Banksy, you are a one!

Sigh. I mean they’re fine, they’re alright, but no more than that. Even when you take a Banksy painting I quite like – that one of a workman cleaning a wall of graffiti that is in fact an ancient cave painting – it is at best a half-decent half-thought, albeit one beautifully rendered. As for the majority, whether a picture of a dove of peace wearing a bullet-proof vest, or of a rioter throwing not a Molotov cocktail but a bunch of flowers, this stuff has all the intellectual depth of something you may find on twitter – “wot if a child frisked a soldier not the other way around lol!” – but coming in at well under the maximum 140 characters.

Why Banksy gets the praise he does I cannot tell, but equally surprising has been the reaction to these stories of his supposed unmasking where an emphasis has been placed on the shock discovery that Banksy may be a former public school boy. Again, I don’t care, but what were people expecting? Banksy’s pieces scream to me of being the work of a sniggering prankster playing at being a notorious, anti-establishment figure. Clearly a technically gifted artist and quite probably an alumnus of some art college or other his work puts me more in mind of Pulp’s “Common People” than Public Enemy’s “Fight The Power”, such is the “look at me, Mum, aren’t I being naughty” nature of his work. Now, that doesn’t necessarily mean that Banksy has come from a privileged background but I would personally be far more amazed if it turned out that he is in fact some hard-nosed, dragged-up kid from the streets who “turned to the art of stencilling…whilst he was hiding from the police under a train carriage,” man. As it is, if it is ever confirmed that Banksy did receive a public school education then I wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

* Update: A question of attribution. Since conducting some rudimentary research following writing this rant I’m not now sure whether either of these pieces are in fact authentic Banksy’s. Pure laziness and assumptioning on my part I’m afraid. Still, they are pathetic enough to pass for the Master’s work, so the general point still remains.