Conceptual Joke

Heard this very funny news item on Five Live last night, about publicity material produced on behalf of Invest Milton Keynes, which showed photographs taken in Colorado, Scandinavia, and other parts of the world.

The PR agency concerned are now saying it was a "conceptual campaign."

Conceptual as we've discussed before is a word you use whenever you make a glaring mistake.

I love Milton Keynes, you know it. I love all the things you hate about it, but it's always amusing to see PR agencies exposed for the charlatans they are. Rafael has even sent them an open letter.

How did these banes to our existence come to proliferate? It all goes back to the early years of the Thatch government, when they decided that people were unhappy, not because government policies were unfair, discriminatory, and basically evil, but because people "weren't getting the message."

Ever since, we've had to put up with these people telling us the same thing in as many different ways as possible, until our spirits break and we cave in. They have rancid meat, so they spread mustard on it. Then they spread horseradish on it. Then they rub chilli sauce into it. Then they smash you round the head with it. Then they cover it in ice cream and custard. Then they tie you down and force a tube down your throat and liquidise the rancid meat and force it down your throat. When you throw up, they force it down your throat again.

Then Tony Blair goes on telly and says, "We need to get our message across and that's what we're going to do."