So, Londoner, you didn’t have the best journey to work this morning. But there is an upside. You weren’t bombarded by repetitive, aspirational advertising while innocently standing on a Tube platform or alongside a crowded escalator. Your balding, nutrition-unsupplemented, beach-ambivalent body is safe from the jaws of the marketeers for another day.
HOWEVER, you might have missed your daily overdose of theatre advertising at London Underground stations, so here’s the five posters that your Tube commute wouldn’t be the same without:
5) The Braggart of Mormon
It’s almost evangelical.
4 – The Cast That’s So Committed They’re Late For The Curtain
I’ve never seen people so happy to be sprinting after a moped in black tie.
3 – The One That Made Dressing For The Opera A Selling Point
Kermit’s aristocratic cousin hates you.
2 – The Motherfucker By Any Other Name
What was wrong with the grawlixes, TFL? Motherfuckers need to know what the motherfucker’s called! (The name of the show is one reason it didn’t succeed on Broadway, even with Chris Rock in the cast – he could get lots of promotional TV spots, but couldn’t say the title of what he was rehearsing.)
1) The *Bizarrely* Banned One That Hasn’t Been Replaced
And in another example of confusing censorship, TFL wouldn’t allow posters for BAD JEWS on the Underground, earlier this year.
Have a great journey home today, and marvel at the eye-catching, pull-quote-dripping, neon-blaring joy that is London theatre marketing! Don’t get too excited though: if you’re waiting until the strike finishes at 18:30 to use the Tube, rather than getting your chauffeur to pick you up, you probably can’t afford tickets in the West End anyway.