When I was 14 a can of spray adhesive changed my world. (By world I mean bedroom.) Gone were the tatty, blu tacked up Green Day posters and up went all manner of random stuff that shouldn’t naturally be stuck on walls. A pair of purple velvet flares that didnt fit me anymore. Some balls of tin foil. Wrapping paper, letters, the necklace I made out of ring pulls. (Even as a tike I liked digging around in bins.) It all went up, stuck solid.
Recently I have gotten back in touch with that spray adhesive loving 14 year old, but in less of a 3D way.
This is a line from a Foy Vance song. You don’t know him??? Shivering timbrels, you must check him out.
This is an ancient pack of Happy Families.
We have decided to keep our walls bare with all their cracks and concrete and plaster imperfections because we genuinely really like that bald, rough look. And easier to paste things up. (Got any spare flares?)
It does seem a bit weird posting about something so trivial while the UK is rioting. So to add a little depth… the solution is clearly for more love to get walking around, then we’ll all be happy families.
But these are some links I have nodded along to- less “pointless violence by stupid youths” and more “awful violence by hopeless youths but maybe there is a point in here somewhere about inequality and life chances.”
“…just because there is no political agenda on the part of the rioters doesn’t mean the answer isn’t rooted in politics.”
Yeah, yeah, the Indy and the Guardian? But, woah, what’s this!!
So, peace and stay safe all. Let’s walk a little love up to some people’s faces.