I might have done this one already, but...
There were two bits of really simple graffiti round our way that didn't say anything remarkable but became special by surviving for EVER, and ended up inspiring the sort of respect you would normally reserve for a retired old soldier who still wears his regimental beret (he doesn't like to talk about what he's been through, the beret says all he wants to say).
PAUL MARSH SMELLS
Lived all by itself right in the middle of a great big empty concrete slab that was part of the Tricorn shopping centre (Portsmouth), right by the busiest road in town. Everyone in town must have read it a thousand times. Eventually painted over in a half-arsed attempt to make a massive brutalist pile look appealing.
SEX IS FUN
Written in small spindly letters on a high, rendered garden wall. Me and my then girlfriend walked past this many times on a regular route, and exchanged smiles every time. Well, maybe not, but we did feel a sort of affection for it. A nice little shared experience thingy. Something that is obvious, sure, but worth remembering now and then. "Yes, sex is fun." It was a reassuring presence, a friendly old lady giving you a cheery hello from her garden gate. We were gutted when we turned the corner one day and found it had been painted over. Bah! It's all tags now.
[ 06-02-2002: Message edited by: Saveloy ] |