in order to put this one up instead:
Presumably they display the evidence in their window because of the pride they feel about what they've done. At the Commonwealth Bank, they have clearly been visionaries since way back (well, the sixties anyway). That would be why they decided to go with that nice yellow and black combination for their corporate colours. It's so smart and attractive, isn't it? I haven't yet managed to get a job with the Commonwealth so I can't wear their uniform, but I do try to wear yellow and black as much as possible in my private life. The yellow complements the whites of my eyes so perfectly and the black complements the dirt under my fingernails. They call it colour coordination in fashion circles, I believe.
How awful. It looks more like a bus shelter. I'd love to meet the people responsible for that decision.
ReplyDeleteDuring an evening at my 'local' when I lived in Twickenham, I launched into a tirade against some new council offices and was surprised to see one man looking crestfallen. "Actually, I designed them", he admitted. I'd normally feel mortified, but as the buildings were so utterly appalling I'm afraid that I took a delight in watching him squirm.
That sounds miserably familiar to me - I spend too much of my life saying things and then realising I shouldn't have. Someone told me the other day that the word for how one feels in those circumstances is 'flensed'.
DeleteLay off gold and black. They were my old primary school colours and certainly matched our fingernails, right after a good game of marbles.
ReplyDeleteAs well, choosing them for the jockey's silks to pick Melbourne Cup winners has been pretty good to me in the past, especially in the right years.
But yes, I have reservations about the new design. However perfectly matched to its surroundings it may be, I can't imagine anything more ideally suited to a ram raid on your bulging account.
I find your loyalty to your primary school v touching. 'Bulging' account, ha, ha.
DeleteRe Steerforth's comment - I was once at a party at a friend's place and started telling a woman that I thought that the new fountain that had been installed in the Market Square of the town where I live (Lancaster, in England), looked like a municipal sewage works.
ReplyDeleteI thought nothing of my comment and chatted amiably to all involved. I passed on my clever witty comment to the hostess, who said "Oh. You were talking to the architect's wife."
Well... at this stage of the wine I couldn't be bothered. It did look like an ugly piss- and toilet-paper-extraction facility.
Came here via Nursemyra btw.
I know the feeling. I really ought to take a vow of silence, actually. I must look at Nurse Myra, I've not had time to look at anything just lately, and she always lifts the spirits with a new comic tale.
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