The Obscurer

Branded

There are many things to be concerned about in the world today; Tony Blair’s relentless populist wheezes that repeatedly strike away at our historic freedoms, the continued nuclear brinkmanship over Iran, the fact that according to the tabloids (and who can doubt them) every potential teacher is a paedophile, or every teacher is potential paedophile, or something.

But one thing that has really frustrated me since the launch of ITV4 in November has been the way that their logo hasn’t fitted in with the image of the other three existing ITV channels. I know it shouldn’t, but it really has been bothering me, and led to a few sleepless nights I can tell you.

I needn’t have worried of course, someone was on the case, and yesterday we saw the fruits of their efforts, the new “idents” for the whole portfolio of ITV channels. And very nice they are too; I’m not knocking them. They are certainly not the sort of thing you can rattle off in half an hour, although personally, were I tasked with the job of designing the new logos I would be a bit fed up if I’d got bogged down with them for more than an afternoon. It would take me a short while to select the neatest font, a bit longer to pick the most appealing colours, but that would be about it.

ITV didn’t ask me if I could redesign the logos though, which is their loss, as by the looks of it I would have saved them a small fortune. ITV’s new identity, needless to say, is the result of a dreaded project, in this case one entitled Brand 2010 according to this press release. Rather than just employ me for half a day, the Brand 2010 “team” were augmented by M&C Saatchi, WPPMindShare and Red Bee (formally BBC Broadcast). I have no idea how many people must have been involved in this project, but it sounds like a lot. I also don’t know how long this project lasted, but I suspect it took a significant amount of time. The name Brand 2010 alone won’t have sprung up overnight, it will have been developed and debated over numerous jugs of coffee and plates of biscuits in a meeting room where “I think we can all knock off early today and resume tomorrow?” And as with most projects of this kind, rather than shamefully admit just how much time and money has been wasted on a largely trivial project, the order of the day is to boast of the same, to justify the hours worked on the whole pointless exercise, to detail the exact extent of their corporate faffing about; so we know from the press release that Brand 2010 was “a comprehensive and wide-reaching project” (rather than just involving me and some magic markers), involved “6000 viewers” and “company wide workshops with staff” (who I would imagine decided that the new logos are “alright, really, yeah”) thanks to which we now know the “personality” of each ITV channel (I confess, had I been given the job, I wouldn’t have thought about investigating each channel’s individual personality; which is probably why I wasn’t asked).

And what are these personalities? Well you probably didn’t know until now, but ITV1 “ captures a range of human emotions and viewers feel connected as a result”. The “ITV1 logo opens out at the start of each ident to encapsulate the emotion in each scene”, “this logo device is also taken through into the on-screen design elements for the channel in a bold and clear design that ensures that the programming shines as hero”. The programmer as hero, eh? In contrast, “ITV2 programming has an addictive quality to it – you just can’t help watching it!” (their exclamation mark!) Yes, “this channel is centred on fun, excess, and general over-the-topness – too much of everything. It’s a journey through a visually rich, vibrant and stylish ITV2 environment.” ITV3’s idents are a “visual links between an object and its environment from with the viewer can interpret their own story” while ITV4 “is based around ‘the collision of opposites’”. So if you thought ITV3 was just where thay repeated classic drama, and ITV2 was for shit chat shows and repeats of the soaps, you are a fool.

It would be unfair to single ITV out for this idiocy, every large organisation indulges in the same thing (although I find few press releases as unintentionally hilarious), and if it keeps some people gainfully employed and out of trouble while they strive to justify their existence and spin their projects out for all they’re worth then what do I care. I’d take one of these jobs if they were going, they sound like a right doss, and I can talk shite with the best of them, as this blog regularly proves. It is also only fair to draw a distinction between those behind the technical work involved in creating and producing the actual idents themselves (which are quite beautifully filmed and must be the result of genuine hard work by people far more intelligent and talented than myself) and those responsible for the pretentious and meaningless rubbish I have outlined above. Re-branding can work, of course – one instantly thinks of Levi’s, or Tango – and if Brand 2010 does increase ITV’s profits then all well and good; but if it fails that won’t put them off going through exactly the same rigmarole next time. Indeed if this particular re-branding does fail it will just bring forward the date of the next re-brand. Anyone free for Brand 2015?

I can see why the consultants and agencies directly involved in these projects act as they do, but why are the client companies’ complicit in this palaver? Think how much money they could save if the whole industry was organised on a piecework basis, if you got paid for the swiftness and volume of re-brands you did. It would involve a fraction of the time and expense currently incurred, but would there be any real loss of quality?


Meanwhile, in government, Gordon Brown is showing that he too can engage in total and utter bollocks. In his speech to the Fabian Society at the weekend (link via) discussing his ideas on “Britishness” he lamented the fact that “unlike America and many other countries, we have no constitutional statement or declaration enshrining our objectives as a country; no mission statement defining purpose; and no explicitly stated vision of our future.”

Perhaps it is just me, but on the occasions when I hear an American talking about how the United States is not only a nation but also a cause I am unable to stifle a world weary groan; the only thing that lightens my gloom is the fact that in Britain we tend to avoid going in for this guff. Now Brown wants to change all that. Ta.

And as for a “mission statement”, is there anyone who thinks they are anything other than a complete waste of time – other than those who commission them, and, it seems, our Prime Minister elect? It is often said that government should try to emulate the private sector, and there may well be a good case for such a policy; but must they always seek to ape its worst excesses, its Brand 2010 type toss, rather than implement those elements of business that serve a useful purpose and which we actually benefit from?

Goal!

There are lots of things about football that must confuse non-devotees. How can you cheer a last minute equaliser more than a crushing victory? How can you come home disheartened after an unconvincing win over a poor and unfortunate opponent? How can a goalless game still be entrancing?

But most of all, how do you explain to someone who doesn’t watch the game that even when your team does force the ball into the net, that you may not celebrate instantly because you just feel that something is wrong! You suspect offside, but you’re not sure. And that the best feeling is not the ball crossing the line, but that delayed emotion you sense when the ball hits the back of the net yet you instinctively crane your head around the cheering hordes to spy the linesman, flag down, legging it full pelt back towards the halfway line.

Then, and only then, do you let rip.

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"I Am The Sun…

…I am the New Year” sang The Breeders way back when on their Last Splash album, and who am I to argue?

Yes, I can tell it’s New Year and that the holiday period is over because once again we are being inundated at home with sales calls at all hours of the day. I had forgotten what it was like to hear the phone ring and assume it is my credit card company mithering me, but that feeling is back in earnest.

So the tele-sales people are back at work, but here at The Obscurer I just can’t be arsed at the moment, so this is little more than a “holding post”, to say that I have survived the seasonal excesses and I am still alive, but when normal-ish service will be resumed I cannot tell. But I shall return; I’m going nowhere.

Humbug

Well, Christmas is almost here and I can’t be bothered to write my lengthy-ish seasonal post after all; shopping and wrapping have taken up too much of my time.
So nothing about my trip into Manchester the other week wandering around the Christmas markets, where I saw the strange sign “Wanted – temporary staff for Christmas market stall” (are there really vacancies there for permanent staff?); how calling a member off the bar staff in Sinclair’s Oyster Bar a “wanker” may have resulted in me getting better service; or how much fun we had looking at the prices in Harvey Nichols (£2.50 for a standard pack of dried spaghetti? how much better can it be than the 40p stuff in Morrisons? And £4.95 for a normal sized bar of chocolate, albeit spotted dick flavoured?). No, none of that.

Nothing about it being the time of year when people seriously consider drinking Old Tom, a stupidly potent winter ale (once called a barley wine in a previous incarnation) from our local Stockport brewer Robinson’s, which a mate of mine once judged from the pump clip logo (left) must be “so strong it will give your cat a stroke”. No time to tell you that.

What about carols? I can’t spare a moment to tell you how much I like them, how superior I feel they are to hymns, that all the best Christian tunes seem to have been held back for this time of year; so it is a shame that no one has told the kids round my way that looking surly and shouting “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” isn’t really carol singing in the traditional sense, and won’t make me part with any money.

As for fact that there is only one thing I really dislike about Christmas, and that is all those people who moan about how much they hate Christmas, and talk bollocks about the way we are blackmailed and guilt-tripped into taking part (which just isn’t the case), there is simply no way I can find the time to go into that.

In fact, all I think I can do is wish you all a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year, and I will probably see you next in 2006. Cheers.

Pensioned Off

If you’ve read my previous post, where I mention that I work in the public sector, then you are no doubt jealous of the fact that my pension allows me to “swan off” at 60 when everyone else will have to work until they are 68 before they retire; at least you will if you have been reading what the media has been saying for the past month or so.

Unlike many bloggers I have a fairly benign opinion of the mainstream media; but it has been frustrating recently to see many commentators I respect blithely trot out this “two tier pension” rubbish recently. I will briefly explain what I mean.

Firstly, I would have thought it is pretty obvious that if the state retirement age is raised then that affects everyone equally, wherever they work. This seems to have escaped the critical faculties of most newspapers; I may be able to retire at 60, but I will still have to wait until I am 67/68 before I get my state pension.

Secondly, the current average retirement age is 58 (according to a copy of the Daily Express I saw lying around, so I am happy for that figure to be proved wrong); that is short of 65 and even a couple of years shy of 60. So, regardless of the age you can draw your pension, most people I suspect will retire as soon as they can afford to, whenever that may be.

The main difference with my position compared to many in the private sector is that I cannot be prevented from retiring at 60 and drawing my pension; but that is not to say that I will be able to. I hope to retire earlier; I may well have to retire later, and work until my occupational pension is supplemented by my state pension. We will have to see how the sums work out.

The fact is that every pension scheme, everywhere, is having to look at how affordable its benefits are. As long as the benefits can be funded, then I don’t see it matters when people retire, or what pension they receive. If the only way my pension fund can remain solvent is for my retirement age to be put back five years then I personally am not bothered by that fact. All things should be considered, but whatever they do it won’t change the age at which I actually want to retire.

The point is that this is another silly and simplistic difference between the public and private sectors. There isn’t a two tier retirement age, rather there is a multi tier retirement age in theory (as many retirement ages as there are different pensions schemes) and an almost infinite number of retirement ages in practice (the age at which people actually finish work). My wife’s private sector occupational pension states she should work until 65, but as the benefits she will receive are higher than in mine she may be able to retire earlier than I can if her employers can let her go. If you have your own personal private pension then you can retire whenever you want, just as long as your pension pot has built up enough money for you to be paid a reasonable annuity.

I do feel fortunate to be a member of my pension scheme, don’t get me wrong, I know it is better than most; but if you think I will have a 7 year head start on you, sat on a beach while you serve out your time, then think again. As ever, real life is a bit more complicated than that.