What a horrendous idea
I had previously been unaware of this horrible initiative, Talk to Me London. This is not a good thing to encounter on an already misanthropic Monday.
There is not enough AAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH in the world, is there, my dearios?
I am seldom in concurrence with the younger male columnists of the Guardian, but Stuart Heritage has the right stuff in him on this issue*.
Blud particularly thikkt with cold, at this response to an FAQ:
Can I start conversations with people who aren't wearing the badge?
Of course! The badge is only there to help move things along. Plus, wearing the badge shows that you're happy to talk to others so why not go ahead and make the first move! If the person doesn't want to talk then that's fine, but it can't hurt to give it a go.**
Very tempted to set up my own 'What part of "Fuck off, I'm reading/thinking my own thoughts" is unclear to you?' badges and t-shirts.
There are permissible occasions to initiate conversation in London: asking directions; moaning about public transport; in the event of a major disaster the Blitz spirit may legitimately be invoked.
However, in the routine business of daily life, if you want a conversation with a random stranger, plz 2 pick out one who is also wearing a badge proclaiming their openness to this.
*He also flags up this ghastly notion: My Single Band. Apart from whether people would wear something that could scream 'Look at me, I'm a sad person', I'm also deeply cynical about whether all the people sporting them would in fact be unencumbered by existing relationships, a thought brought to you by the repeated spam messages I receive from Wouldbe Adulterers' Dating Services.
**What shall I do if weird people start talking to me when I'm wearing the badge?
I think that should be 'who are wearing the badge', no?
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