Stickermania #3: The Purple Pen Project

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Here at the Plogquarters, we've been mightily inspired by the subversive sticker project - thanks to my beloved Manchester mishpokha for the Best. Gift. EVER!!!!

Welcome to the launch of a new campaign - the PPP (or Purple Pen Project). All you need to participate are:

-sticky labels, or paper with adhesive. (not necessary if one goes the chalk route)
-something purple to write with (it doesn't have to be a pen - that was just for the cool acronym)
-righteous anger and a burning desire for equality

It's so simple - but can be so effective! Subliminal advertising is everywhere - let's put some worthy messages out there and see how far-reaching and widespread this can go.

Start sticking, sisterhood!

(And if you send your efforts to me, you will warm the cockles (cuntles?) of my feminist soul)

x

Art Car Booty

These are what came home with me from the Fair. Mr P is not very happy (I think he's scared of Myra Teresa)but these are for my room, to which Virginia said we were all entitled.

Art Car Boot Fair

So last Sunday started off bleurgh until my delightful friend K invited me along to the Art Car Boot Fair where I very quickly morphed from morose to merry in less than a minute! There is something so intuitively transformative about certain environments - pass through the gates of a festival and let it overtake you instantaneously! - a buzzing communality, a bustling collectivism that is sadly absent in many other spheres. (Take it from me, that token smiler - every tube carriage has one - trying to catch your eye when the train stops unneccessarily or the driver makes some funny announcement. If you have been this city's citizen for even a short time, believe me, you've averted your eyes from me or my pathologically-people-pleasing-peers at least once in your LondonLifetime ...)

A highlight was sticking my hand up Charles Saatchi's arse, and winning TEN pieces of art. See this post for those items, and the rest of my Art Car Fair Booty.

Silver Lining (Sorry, my fonts are ferkackt!)

I love Carol Ann Duffy! She has made poetry exciting, insistent, immediate. Here is her take on the air ash crisis:

SILVER LINING

Five miles up the hush and shush of ash,

Yet the sky is as clean as a white slate —

I could write my childhood there.

Selfish to sit in this garden, listening to the past

(A gentleman bee wooing its flower, a lawnmower)

When the grounded planes mean ruined plans,

Holidays on hold, sore absences at weddings, funerals ... wingless commerce.

But Britain’s birds sing in this spring

From Inverness to Liverpool, from Creith to Cardiff,

Oxford, Londontown, Land’s End to John O’Groats.

The music’s silent summons,

That Shakespeare heard and Edward Thomas and, briefly, us.

And for those who haven't read it, her rumination on DB's recent foot injury:

Achilles (for David Beckham)

Myth's river- where his mother dipped him, fished him, a slippery golden boyflowed on, his name on its lips. Without him, it was prophesised,

they would not take Troy.

Women hid him, concealed him in girls' sarongs; days of sweetmeats, spices, silver songs...

but when Odysseus came,

with an athlete's build, a sword and a shield, he followed him to the battlefield, the crowd's roar,

and it was sport, not war,

his charmed foot on the ball ...
but then his heel, his heel, his heel ...

Oracle!!!!!!!!!!!

Banksy Vs The Bristol Museum, Part Deux

Some more of the work that you wanted ... Apologies again for the poor quality of the photographs ( = no flash allowed + nisht my forte)

Love, your reader-responsive Dr P xxx

ps. I wish I could caption them but my blogger does not seem to allow me to vary the text/ image combo. The fact that it allows me to type at all is a modern miracle: most technology is stubbornly plogphobic ... :(

pps. Whenever I express 'emoticon' I feel about twelve. Do you know what I mean?

ppps. Whenever I multiple p-s, I feel about eight. And then the sudden desire to use acronyms like TFNE or whatever we used to use way back when overcomes me ... or was it TTFNY? Does anyone know what I'm talking about?

Glasto Envy

This is the first year since moving to the UK that I am missing Glastonbury.

And I am really, REALLY missing Glastonbury! Couldn't even bring myself to listen to Jo Whiley this morning.

A mate there just heard Pete Doherty and Jason Mraz backstage working out an arrangement of "The Girl Is Mine". Would be so collectively cathartic to be there In
Light Of (I so buy into this whole thing, sorry if you don't. Diana almost killed me!)

Storms or no storms, my heart lies in Somerset this weekend.

My First Birthday Present

No, not ever (how sad would that be?!) but of the year. Granted, my birthday isn't until next month, but that made it all the more unexpected an arrival and exciting to unwrap.

Thanks to preloved for the gorgeous necklace and earrings. I wear them today in honour of a most beeyootiful friendship.

xxx

Banksy Vs The Bristol Museum

Photo quality not great as no flash was allowed but I hope his genius comes across. I've read a lot of anti-Banksy snark of late - oh those internet [t]wits! - but the originality leaps off the walls - literally.

I have loads more - went a bit happy snappy psycho - so let me know if you wanna see them.