The image of Stella
I was running down the Cally Road last week when I first noticed InBev's latest attempt to prop up the image of Stella Artois. They're trying to sell themselves and the brand as environmentally friendly - something about planting hedgerows for every pack sold. With that in mind, I was amused to spot this little scene at the top of Leather Lane: a few empty tinnies in a phone box, surrounded by prostitute call cards and a big pile of vomit being consumed by mangy pigeons. That's a more accurate display of Stella's status, but I doubt it'll be appearing on a billboard anytime soon.
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This reminds me of the bit in D.A. Pennebaker's film 'Don't Look Back' about Bob Dylan's 1965 tour of England where Dylan is baiting a journalist from 'Time' magazine, demanding to know why they don't publish 'the truth'. When the journalist challenges him for an example of 'the truth', Dylan replies: "You know, man, the truth. Like -- well, like a picture of a tramp vomiting. Yeah, and next to that a picture of Rockefeller...."
Funny, it's reputation over here is strong. Too expensive for drunks over here. They prefer the cheapest malt liquor they can get their hands on.
You get a better class of street drinker in Clerkenwell than we do in Weymouth - Stella's unimaginably upmarket with most of the imbibing populace round this way, who can't beat a nice big bottle of Tesco Value voddy.
BTW nice to meet you earlier this week Jeff - you've got a cracking pub which I will be making a beeline for whenever I'm in the smoke!
where are the carrots?
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