A student I met during last year’s Royal Literary Fund work has sent me this photo of Great Yarmouth. Dereliction, decay, despair; it’s the perfect metaphor for days out at the English seaside. There’s a candy-floss and toffee-apple stall round the back, so your teeth can join in.
Here’s another in the same vein from AndyP’s contribution to the Ollie Stateside thread. I do like the way that this enhances the landscape. It seems to be riddled with bullet holes, though: it can’t have been left there just to make the highway look suitably ‘Wild West’ can it? I may need to consult my Baudrillard on ‘Simulacra and Simulation.’