Exciting news just in from the spiritual home of the laptoperati, Bristol Media.
This is the local website that acts as a sort of online support group where badly paid marketing assistants, PR nobodies, wannabe web designers, media studies graduates at a loose end, wealthy people who can optimistically describe themselves as film makers while taking too much cocaine, assorted delusionary lunatics, the kind of people who think Stephen Poliakoff is a good idea and those blokes who hang around the Watershed doing something with with Apple Macs can try and convince themselves that they’re edgy and exciting Hoxton creative types rather than clueless corporate bores working in a hopelessly conservative provincial backwater churning out unreadable press releases for bored journalists, drossy websites for the public sector that nobody ever looks at and risible corporate training videos.
Anyway, they’ve come up with a thrilling new wheeze to talk themselves up. The Krazy Kats are having an edgy and exciting Christmas Ball to “celebrate Bristol’s creative entrepreneurs” apparently. Or rather, so their strapline says here, “A hedonistic night of debauchery for Bristol’s media talent” (don’t you love the way they have to tell you they’re talented?) at that go-to venue for local hedonists, er . . . Bristol Grammar School!
And if further proof of the startling level of creative talent – that they never stop telling you about – were needed, they’ve even got a crazy name for the night. They’re calling it “The Not a Ball Media Ball” and they’re promising “an event to bring Bristol’s creative and media scene together; uniting all local, influential talent under one roof.” An event you might have thought could take place quite comfortably in Sid and Doris Bonkers’ garden shed in Sea Mills.
But no. It says here – and this is my favourite bit: “The Bristol media scene is thriving, which is not surprising when you look at the diversity of talent within the city: award winning ad agencies, animators, publishers, digital agencies and production companies – real proof that Bristol continues to give London a run for its money.”
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Is that London, Arkansas, pop 925 they’re talking about?