Satellite of love
Satellite of love
as Lou Reed once sang
so, i spent an exceedingly pleasant few hours in the environs of Gillingham over the weekend . . . playing hockey on the oldest, sandiest astro i’ve seen in a long while – thats not that interesting – or maybe it is
maybe its an indication of the lack of investment that is going on in towns out there beyond W1, maybe the experience is an indication that not everyone is walking around apple maxed up and instead they are riding their 50cc motorbikes round and round our nice shiny middle class cars in a slightly threatening manner . . . maybe we should be asking ourselves this
if i went and sat in the high street of croydon, watford, wycombe, hemel or wondered down to the local playing fields what would i see . . . would i see people voraciously engaging in branded content or a load of bored youths and broke housewives who dont give a damn about most of my brands ? possibly neither, but you wont know unless you get out there . . .
MMM is coming





