When I get round to writing my intellectually dazzling and profound extended essay on the hidden semiotic meanings to be found in images of local politics, rest assured the photo above – of this year’s Bristol Green Party election launch – will be taking pride of place.
But let’s forget, for a moment, that the whole thing resembles an awayday with the cake baking sub-committee of the local Baptist church’s June Family Fun Day organising team rather than a set of progressive politicians ready to take control of a sophisticated 21st century western city.
Instead can someone tell me which ward the daft plastic windmill at the right of the picture’s running in? It’ll get my vote every time.
In a straight choice between the kind of weirdo that wants to be a Bristol City Councillor and a cheap, crap inanimate object, the inaminate object gets the nod every time from the Blogger.