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Jul. 30th, 2019 07:39 pmBecause of watching Shameless on 4od (or whatever it calls itself nowadays) I am exposed to adverts which hasn't happened in ages. There is a Burger King advert which is all about having to actually say the word "Whopper" instead of being able to order a cheesburger or a burger like a normal person, with the staff refusing to serve you if you don't say it properly. How is that going to convince people to go to Burger King? "Ooh, if you're not already in our gang you won't know what to say and we'll humiliate you". I haven't eaten a Yorkie bar since they became "not for girls" and I can see myself not eating a Whopper ever either. (This is less of a hardship because I only really like McDonald's.)
I went on a Community Clean this morning for the Fruitmarket Gallery. They commissioned the Martin Creed marble redo of the Scotsman Steps, and once a year they clean it up proper. I quite enjoyed myself, though I thought it could have been a bit better organised. There was supposed to be a briefing beforehand, but it wasn't entirely clear which of the staff members were leading it, and I yearned to have given very firm instructions about who was starting where, and with what. We scraped chewing gum off the steps (rather difficult in the variegated marble to work out what was gum and what was stone), swept the rubbish up, scrubbed the risers and edges on hands and knees (fortunately with kneeling borads) and sluiced the whole lot from top to bottom. I had the job of warning people it was wet. A lot of people came down while we were sluicing, some a little grumpy. Very few people went up, because while I was mindful of the fact that we had no authority to forbid anyone entrance, saying "we're just sluicing now, but Fleshmarket stairs are open" works much better than saying "it's a bit wet, hold the handrail". Bacon sandwiches afterwards which were very welcome. If any of you use the steps in the next month, please attribute all gleamingness to me exclusively, and DO NOT DROP YOUR SODDING GUM.
I went on a Community Clean this morning for the Fruitmarket Gallery. They commissioned the Martin Creed marble redo of the Scotsman Steps, and once a year they clean it up proper. I quite enjoyed myself, though I thought it could have been a bit better organised. There was supposed to be a briefing beforehand, but it wasn't entirely clear which of the staff members were leading it, and I yearned to have given very firm instructions about who was starting where, and with what. We scraped chewing gum off the steps (rather difficult in the variegated marble to work out what was gum and what was stone), swept the rubbish up, scrubbed the risers and edges on hands and knees (fortunately with kneeling borads) and sluiced the whole lot from top to bottom. I had the job of warning people it was wet. A lot of people came down while we were sluicing, some a little grumpy. Very few people went up, because while I was mindful of the fact that we had no authority to forbid anyone entrance, saying "we're just sluicing now, but Fleshmarket stairs are open" works much better than saying "it's a bit wet, hold the handrail". Bacon sandwiches afterwards which were very welcome. If any of you use the steps in the next month, please attribute all gleamingness to me exclusively, and DO NOT DROP YOUR SODDING GUM.