“Things can only get… Can only get…” On one level it’s quite a mild conclusion to draw. When you consider the seething, shitstorm, clusterfucking chaos of Theresa May’s Plan B looking suspiciously like her Plan A which wasn’t much of a plan anyway.
Years of grim and gungho Tory ‘negotiations’ – read: ‘petulant, deluded grandstanding’ – has done nowt to encourage faith in UK democracy.
So ‘Bitter’ might be considered something of an understatement. And a very deftly executed joke, of course, the simple act of exchanging one single vowel, an ‘i’ for an ‘e’, you’ve got an historical critique of Tony Blair’s ‘Hand of history’ hubris and a perfect summation of where we’ve arrived at in 2019.
There’s regret too, it’s a sad, sad situation. Creeping NHS privatisation, in-work poverty, still more swingeing cuts to services... Austerity and the aftermath of an ill-conceived referendum has left us all grubbing about in the dirt of utter despair. Bitter? We’re absolutely sobbing-on-the-floor gutted mate.
And do we hear any remorse or an apology, that word ‘sorry’ from the lips of those who stoked fear and hatred to serve their own political ambitions? No.
Time and time again dr.d’s ‘Evening Standrd’ series of works aping newspaper headline ads amuse and puncture seedy, self-serving cant. They queer our reception of mainstream media; questioning its pretense to objectively inform publics; exposing strategic, cynical manipulation and nefarious agendas.
Arch and stark, amusing and distressing: Bitter (2019) is a great poster for our desperate and farcical times.