as random as any others
I used to do a regular rat run through the back streets of Park Royal. For any of you who don't know the area (and god forbid you should) it's the scrag end areshole of london where stolen cars go to die in bombed out lock-ups.

Among other street theatre props, there was a manky old 70's type caravan someone had been selling kebabs out of up on the kerb. Over time, the kebabs had gone, the rats had gone and even the outer skin of the caravan had gone.

Now, I don't know if you've ever had occasion to see the inside of a caravan wall (and god knows I just spent 20 minutes looking for a suitable image to illustrate this with) but this particular one was made up of a series of perpendicular lathes filled with rectangles of white polystyrene tiles.

One day, in the midst of this tired, seeping wasteland, as I was winging my way on some errand or other, I noticed that some genius had painted the lathes in black and the tiles in reds, blues and yellows; yes, a veritable Mondrian composition blossomed, like flowers in the desert, for two days in that shithole before the council took it away.
(pounana Slept well, and dreamed of large women, on, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 14:41, Reply)