Mar 30, 2011 23:34
I'm not sure what this is, but I imagine it's obvious I don't care for it.
Exhibit A) Every time I go to the pictures, I have to put up with a hateful (in concept, the execution is but bland) advert which invites me to 'be an insider'. If my understanding is correct, for a regular remittance the section of Global Corporate Headquarters tasked with selling crap stories to the slack-jawed will allow the 'insider' opportunities to view filmed entertainments before the rest of the lumpenproletariat.
Exhibit B) It transpires that for a similar sort of consideration, News International will allow you access to the 'backstage' bar at the O2.
And then there's Klout, for whom you may Google yourselves.
Exhibit C, I think, is/are the various 'celebrity gossip' mags and that Perez Hilti blighter. Paying up to know stuff about people.
Lest you think that I consider myself far too special for that sort of thing:
Exhibit D) My collection of Whitby laminates and allied shameful tat.
You know the part in Wayne's World II where they are given backstage passes for the backstage which is not the true backstage?
That's you, that is.
clue by four,
bugger this for un jeu de soldats,
night boat to cairo