I read today that the council responsible for the beach at Crosby in Merseyside is getting exercised about statue vandalism, possibly in connection with one of the various gender wars presently in progress. If I was a resident of the area, I would be exercised about the act of vandalism involved in planting 100 or more dreary statues by someone sometimes called Gormless Gormley in the middle of a handsome beach. With this moniker being a bit of a misnomer because he has made some vast amount of money from this kind of stuff; hopefully not too much of it from the public purse.
In much the same way as I no longer visit Ilfracombe, now that other entrepreneur of art, Heisty Hirst, has foisted some ten metre monstrosity on the end of the harbour wall. A pity, as there is, or at least there was, a fine fish and chip shop nearby.
One never ceases to marvel at the way our elected councillors seem to lose all their marbles when one of these entrepreneurs comes to town, bearing gifts.
PS: had a brain wave this morning: send Gormley off to the USA. Once there, he can make a 1,000 more or less identical, possibly golden, statues of Trump in the altogether (rather than himself), and Trump can use them to decorate his splendid golf courses. We wonder what the members might think or do about that.
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