Showing posts with label olympics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label olympics. Show all posts

Wednesday, 31 March 2010

The London Squiggle

Hard to believe this thing is actually going to be built. Talk about the emperor's new clothes. And I think it's in pretty bloody bad taste, too, in the sense that Lakshmi Mittal is donating 1400 tonnes of foreign steel to build the damn thing. A further kick in the teeth for what's left of the Tata owned British steel industry, following the closure of Redcar. Oh, right, I'd almost forgotten: no one cares about that.
The "ArcelorMittal Orbit": foreign, £3 million quid and truly hideous.

Nice idea, crap choice, Boris. If it's going to be built, it should not be built in London. Bombay can have it - but they probably wouldn't want it. I very much doubt anybody would. Mittal, on the other hand, will be thrilled. All that publicity, just for a bit of cheap steel made by underpaid workers in India. Good for him (not for Britain).

Friday, 16 October 2009

London 2012 Pictograms: Huh?

Well, here they are in all their, erm, glory. I support the Olympics wholeheartedly - don't get me wrong - but what are the designers who come up with this nonsense on? After the seriously hideous main logo, launched a few years ago, you'd think they'd have opted for something a little more - well - useful? No, that's not quite the right word. Practical, then? Nope. I know what it is: intelligent. Yes, that definitely is it. Something intelligent. But no - we got this instead:
Have a closer look at, for instance, the one that I presume is supposed mean "water polo" (top right). It looks more like a sign for swimming pool discus - or something. But there is worse. The swimming and canoeing stuff looks like it's going to take place in tar pits and there are a few that are simply incomprehensible. Just what, exactly, is 8 down 1 across? Chase your own bicycle? Unicycling? Nine down and two in looks like something criminal, frankly (Olympic Handbag Snatching?). Oh dear. The more I look at them, the worse they get.

The prize has to go to 7 down 2 across which looks pretty sexual to me. I had no idea the Kamasutra had become an Olympic sport. I've already booked my ticket. It's a five night knockout tournament and they're holding it in Soho.

Hopeless.