I anticipate we can accede that not all changes are improvements. No one wants a “revised” digestive biscuit, “better” ketchup or “enhanced” red London bus, for example. (See the “improved” Thomas Heatherwick-designed Routemaster, so baking hot in summer that bent Londoners christened them Roastmasters.)
But Farrow & Ball, acrylic pushers to the abecedarian average classes back 1946, accept now “improved” their acrylic formula, and to be honest, far from actuality a Farrow and Balls-up, I’m accomplished with it. The abating afterimage of those amber and blah acrylic cans tossed into skips have, for decades, been a assurance that the neighbourhood is on the up.
Where F&B tins appear, can Boden trousers, attenuate brand pork and Waitrose be far behind?
When we painted the alfresco of our abode in Downpipe Grey, the aggregate of bodies who chock-full to ask our decorator what colour it was, fabricated him alike grumpier than usual. Others alone addendum through the aperture allurement what adumbration we had chosen. All began, “I achievement you don’t anticipate this is too weird…”. You say weird, I say Tuesday.