Best Graffiti Ever
My favourite was a public loo in Oxford where someone had written a huge poem all down the cubicle door. Best bit? Someone else had added detailed literary criticism. Only in Oxford. Have you seen better? Worse? Do tell.
( , Thu 3 May 2007, 17:16)
My favourite was a public loo in Oxford where someone had written a huge poem all down the cubicle door. Best bit? Someone else had added detailed literary criticism. Only in Oxford. Have you seen better? Worse? Do tell.
( , Thu 3 May 2007, 17:16)
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Bus Stop Bastard
A woman at work was telling me just the other week how she'd been waiting for a bus and after finishing her cigarette had become slightly bored. Casting her eyes around the scratched plastic shelter at the usual Debbie4Dan4eva, SPUNKYTITS and BAZZA she noticed something etched into the pvc near the bus shelter's roof. She squinted at it a while and could just make out that it was writing, extremely small, but definitely writing. She tried to ignore it and go back to waiting for her bus but it kept working on her mind. She turned, pressed herself flat against the wall and peered up but could still only make out the odd letter here and there. Again she went back to waiting for her bus and again she couldn't ignore this mystical message.
With a grunt of annoyance she lept up onto the plastic bench, braced herself against the walls and stretched as far as her neck would allow. At just that moment she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. With several swearwords she less that politely noted that her bus had just driven past, the driver staring at her in disbelief as she stood on the seat squeezed into the corner like a lunatic.
She ignored him, flush with the triumph that she could now just make out what was written there. You guessed it.
"While you've been trying to read this, you've missed your bus."
( , Fri 4 May 2007, 19:50, Reply)
A woman at work was telling me just the other week how she'd been waiting for a bus and after finishing her cigarette had become slightly bored. Casting her eyes around the scratched plastic shelter at the usual Debbie4Dan4eva, SPUNKYTITS and BAZZA she noticed something etched into the pvc near the bus shelter's roof. She squinted at it a while and could just make out that it was writing, extremely small, but definitely writing. She tried to ignore it and go back to waiting for her bus but it kept working on her mind. She turned, pressed herself flat against the wall and peered up but could still only make out the odd letter here and there. Again she went back to waiting for her bus and again she couldn't ignore this mystical message.
With a grunt of annoyance she lept up onto the plastic bench, braced herself against the walls and stretched as far as her neck would allow. At just that moment she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. With several swearwords she less that politely noted that her bus had just driven past, the driver staring at her in disbelief as she stood on the seat squeezed into the corner like a lunatic.
She ignored him, flush with the triumph that she could now just make out what was written there. You guessed it.
"While you've been trying to read this, you've missed your bus."
( , Fri 4 May 2007, 19:50, Reply)
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