I try and avoid mentioning where I live as I find so much of it pretty awful and I don’t want to give its seedier residents any more attention than they deserve, I.e none. If you need a hint though, take the word Hating and then stick two extra S’ in it. S for shitty, s for sordid, s for self absorbed, self indulgent, smug, snidey…. I guess that makes my point.
There’re a few lovely people here, who I collect like precious jewels, and I had a bit of a dilema recently when I was asked to help them produce some prints and cards for an up and coming group art show. The snag was that, apart from her, I had zero respect for pretty much everyone else involved in the show.
It probably helps if give you a bit of background here…
Hating, as we shall now call it, has a population of over 80,ooo people. Most of the noise in terms of the local arts and entertainment that appears on social media counts for around 50 people. They hold events, slap up posters, chew the ears off whatever local press are not already members of their clique to get more coverage for what to do or are planning to do. Of that number, the most are in their fifties and have moved here from somewhere else, mostly London. They have capitalised on the difference in house prices to clear their mortgages early so that they can now live in relative comfort compared to the hardship beset by either locals or the poor who have washed up here since the thatcher era. Many of these people have taken the opportunity of being mortgage and dependant child free to regress into a second teenage phase and reinvent themselves as creatives, often inventing a backstory where they were something amazing in London or Brighton.
There is a wonderful little racket that goes on hereabout and it goes like this…
Tosser 1 writes articles for the amateur online local rag, tosser 2 writes for the local paper rag, tosser 3 is brilliant at filling in funding applications. Now imagine what would happen if these three tossers had nothing better to do than prat about bigging up their chums and helping them and themselves to organise hideous little events for which the can cream off a bit of profit here and there. If this were done by a member of the Freemasons or the rotary club it would be seen as corruption, but if you made a point of being conspicuously left wing…. Well, it’s being community minded isn’t it? Now before you going running to any judgements , I’m extremely left wing myself, more so than any of these clowns, the difference is that I’m not a hypocrite.
With this event like many others in Hating, the bulk of the work is amateurish in the extreme and were it to appear in any other town, in any other setting, it would be met with little more than mild embarrassment, yet this will probably go down in retrospect as yet another triumph for the local community.
There are a couple of ringers, my friend included, to nudge up the quality level and provide an injection of credibility to the usual dross, but the dross is always there.
There are better people hereabout, their work sells outside of this town and they quietly get on with what they do regardless of the self promoting crap, they know who these people are and regard them with the contempt that they richly deserve, they don’t, however, spend all their time reviewing themselves for their own group shows article and so it’s rare that they get any local attention.
What I find truly fascinating is the, given the amount of connected people and the resources they can command, why are they all so consistantly bad? You would think that just by the shear number of things they all put on, at least one of them would be passably average rather than bloody awful, but no, everything they do is terrible.
I think it’s important to state that these people view me with a mixture of loathing and fear in equal measures. Firstly, because I see right through them, secondly because I know all their nasty little secrets but the main reason is because they cannot buy me, i don’t value anything they could offer me and never did and that terrifies them.
I have had nothing to do with any of these fools for years now and whilst it saddens me that they are still churning out the same pretentious drivel for little more than to impress each other, it doesn’t suprise me in the least. Hopefully it shall be a few years before I get wind of any more of their foul works; although never would be better.
I guess all I can really do is to keep my head down and get on with my own work.