Noisy Decent Graphics

Juice bar or bad incentive scheme?

All Carrot No Stick. A vegan grocery in Sheffield.

Just saying hello to Dan

Who's blogging like it's 2005. Hello Dan.

 

Rise up bakery graphic designer!

Someone's been having some fun at Gail's Bakery. These simple, fun posters have started appearing in their shops this year. I like them. There's nothing too clever, no laboured ideas, just a playful bit of graphic design. You can still read it and it's (mostly) black and white. Lovely.

Keep going anonymous designer!

 

Randomly accessed memories: 1

He leaned out of the upstairs window and shouted, "She's gone!".  I should probably write that as "SHE'S GOOONNNEE!!!" because that's more like how it sounded.

At secondary school I had to walk through two other schools to get to the college whether the bus would pick me up. At the entrance to the second of those schools was a big red brick building I always thought looked like a big house. It probably hadn't ever been a house but that's what it looked like to a kid. The rest of the school consisted of "temporary" portacabins, like all comprehensive schools in the 70s and 80s.

 

I had to walk past the big red brick building to go through the car park and then the fields to get to the college where my bus stop was. It was a long walk. I think 45 minutes. It was probably 15.

 

The person shouting was a teacher and he was shouting to another teacher walking near me. After he shouted, "SHE'S GOOONNNEE!!!" the other teacher did one of those tiny mini jump shuffles that middle aged people do and shouted "YESSSS!!!" in reply.

 

I had no idea what they were talking about.

 

I was 15. I was more interested in the news than most kids my age but not every detail of every news bulletin. My parents watched the 6 o'clock news every night and still had newspapers delivered but I had very little knowledge of politics, only the really big stuff would cut through.

 

The day was 28 November 1990 and Margaret Thatcher had just resigned.

 

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I've decided to jot down random memories when they pop into my head. I have nowhere else to put them so they will live here. I'm not starting a newsletter. They won't be in order. They won't have hidden meanings. They will be random.