
The ironies just tumble over themselves like so many pampered, fashionable handbag puppies.
It's graffiti. That's it. Get over it. I don't know who I like more - the goatie beards who admire it's daring post-modernism, the pricks in Hackney that get upset when the council clean Banksy's stuff off walls, or the people who protect it with plastic sheeting.
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Mon 11 Oct 2010, 14:07,
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It's graffiti. That's it. Get over it. I don't know who I like more - the goatie beards who admire it's daring post-modernism, the pricks in Hackney that get upset when the council clean Banksy's stuff off walls, or the people who protect it with plastic sheeting.

I was reading his column in the ES t'other day - it's the one bit I'll give any time of day to.
"There is a word in the following comment, dear reader, that I must use. I do not wish to upset your sensibilities, but must tell you that it is a Teutonic word, a vulgar word; a Teutonic vulgarism without which my comment would be impotent. That word, dear reader, is 'shit'. Specifically - dog shit."
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Mon 11 Oct 2010, 14:24,
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"There is a word in the following comment, dear reader, that I must use. I do not wish to upset your sensibilities, but must tell you that it is a Teutonic word, a vulgar word; a Teutonic vulgarism without which my comment would be impotent. That word, dear reader, is 'shit'. Specifically - dog shit."