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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A few years ago I was taking a three mile walk home from a night of rather heavy drinking. This route took me along a fairly busy main road out of town, which at the time was having a bit of redevelopment done to cope with the congestion - roundabouts and traffic lights being added, that sort of thing.
I guess the workers had assumed they were far enough from civilisation to fear anyone meddling with their site, and had been a bit slack on tidying away all their equipment.
One of the items they'd left there to tempt a drunken eye was a can of the yellow paint that they use to put those markings on tarmac.
How could I resist?
For ages afterwards I feared seeing myself on some comedy security video clip - some drunken idiot very carefully spraying "CUNTS!" in yellow paint across a main road.
I felt quite ashamed the day after, the usual hangover guilt that follows a night on the booze I guess. In the years since this act seems to have achieved some sort of legendary status.
I still have yellow paint on my DMs...
( , Wed 9 May 2007, 11:49, Reply)
A few years ago I was taking a three mile walk home from a night of rather heavy drinking. This route took me along a fairly busy main road out of town, which at the time was having a bit of redevelopment done to cope with the congestion - roundabouts and traffic lights being added, that sort of thing.
I guess the workers had assumed they were far enough from civilisation to fear anyone meddling with their site, and had been a bit slack on tidying away all their equipment.
One of the items they'd left there to tempt a drunken eye was a can of the yellow paint that they use to put those markings on tarmac.
How could I resist?
For ages afterwards I feared seeing myself on some comedy security video clip - some drunken idiot very carefully spraying "CUNTS!" in yellow paint across a main road.
I felt quite ashamed the day after, the usual hangover guilt that follows a night on the booze I guess. In the years since this act seems to have achieved some sort of legendary status.
I still have yellow paint on my DMs...
( , Wed 9 May 2007, 11:49, Reply)
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