Tuesday, 13 April 2010

I'm not sure when graffiti happens in my part of town but you never see anyone actually doing it.
But the young man in Spitalfields this afternoon was busy spraying when I stopped to chat. I've always longed to do that, I confessed. (I was wishing he'd offer me the can to have a go but he didn't.)
Just do it, he said. Grab a can and just do it.
I felt enormously pleased that he thought I had it in me.

Another young man in a vintage shop on Sclater Street had a twirly moustache that was very Salvador Dalí.
If only I'd had a camera.

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