I love this sort of graffiti. Petty, childish, frustrated outpourings of anger. We should all get a go at it one day. Get something off our collective chests.
When I was growing up in Salford in the 70s somebody had daubed 'One Ball King Dong' in two-foot high letters onto the wall of a ginnel near the chip shop. To this day, I have no idea why, but I do know that 'Anita Hepburn is a coppers nark'.
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