It must be hard being a poster putter-upper. Not only do you have
to manage the precarious task of dangling your bucket of paste off your
belt buckle without dousing passers-by; you must also have the barest
minimum of an aesthetic eye and the smallest modicum of artistic
And posters being such a public medium, when it all goes wrong you know
about it. Last week, the Diary was contacted by a diligent observer (who
shall remain nameless) of the outdoor medium, hysterically relaying the
experience he had at Ash Vale station in Hampshire early one
On viewing a poster site for Save & Prosper’s terribly grown-up
Individual Savings Personal Equity Peppy Poppy sort of product, our
correspondent had a bit of a student flashback.
You remember the days of folding a pounds 10 note in such a way that you
can (snicker) make the Queen look as if she’s about to sneeze or
(chortle) see her bum, don’t you?
Clearly, our hero poster paster had a yen for a giggle, managing to
paste the pedestrian poster in such a way that, in one image, our lovely
Queen is packing a chin of which Jimmy Hill would be proud; and in
another, her eyes are narrowed to such an extent that one can only
imagine Phillip has been putting his foot in it again. Genius or high
treason? You decide.