|(HB pencil on a 139mm x 87mm postcard)|
They are The Happy Party People. A disturbing cult inflicting "forced fun" on unsuspecting victims. They cannot be stopped, and they know where you live...
"Hi there! We are your local chapter of The Happy Party People, and your home has been chosen to host tonight's party. Aren't you lucky? - Yes you are! All you have to do is provide the food, the drink, as well as the entertainment and we'll do the rest. Sorry if you have any problem with this, but I'm afraid resistance is fucking futile!"
"Do you have Wifi?"
It was inevitable that, during this pandemic and lockdown, a piece like this would materialise. It shows that natural need we have for social interaction, going against the grain of all the advice we're given for distancing and isolation. Yet, it also shows that desperate need to protect ourselves from harm as well, in the shape of masks and gloves. Together, they take the form of an insane situation.