The Olympic Advertising Relay
Driving through Aylesbury yesterday I accidentally caught the end of what I can only describe as the Olympic advertising relay. Shinny BMW motorbikes came screaming down the middle of the road, over a flyover and past a burnt our speed camera and the jam I was stuck in. and to protect what? Some logo covered cars and a coca-cola bus handing our plastic, disposable shit to a hopeful crowd. It appeared the good British people had come out armed with bunting, flags and BBQs to celebrate all these lovely endorsed corporations that we all know only want to do us a world off good.
Watching ten minuets television right now is enough to grow sick of everyone, thing and product trying to cash in on the Olympic and the athletes competing, however differing the ethos and ethics of the athlete and Olympics to the corporation. Is nothing sacred now days from the privatisation, and corporatisation of capitalism that simply wants to sell me something at every opportunity? Could our government not at least have stepped up and paid for the Torch relay to be a little less drenched in this shit!?