Apartheid
Cape Town, 1987. My mother and I had just landed at DF Malan airport and had been collected by Dad and were en route to the Rondebosch district of the town travelling along one of the longest and straightest roads I've ever seen.

Either side of the road was flanked by 9 foot high concrete walls, which couldn't be seen over. Behind the walls lay a massive shanty town, which was home to millions of black South Africans, at this point denied the right to vote and subjected to massive unemployment and social problems. Sentiments were understandably frayed. The following slogan was daubed on the wall in three foot high letters:

"FREE NELSON MANDELA!"

Someone had probably risked their life to make such a public statement as it was no trivial act of vandalism. Had the SA Police caught him or her then a life ending beating would have probably ensued.

Clearly, a very brave soul indeed.

However, someone else had come along and arguably exposed themselves to even more danger than the first graffiti artist. They had rolled up to the side of the road and in an act of extreme but foolhardy bravery had added:

"WITH EVERY 20 LITRES"
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 3 May 2007, 17:46, Reply)