Graffito

Graffiti; I really don't like it. Not least because it's so difficult to spell. I took this blip this morning. I thought it was very pretty. Although possibly the person that owns the door may not think so. Although maybe they did it them selves.

It's such an odd thing, in my opinion, to give yourself a nickname and then paint it on every surface you can find. How egotistical. Harumph. I blame that Banksy chap. And the recession.

I'd a nice stroll today. And had a wee bit of a skive in a lovely café. (woo hoo, I can do that slanty thing on the e). Where the reading material was Monocle, not a magazine I am familiar with. And not a magazine of which I am the target market. (I read several articles without knowing what on earth they were about)

I other news. A lovely turn out in Spoon. Lots of very interesting chat, dogs, babies, flowers...and everything else. And some rather delicious brownies.

And I came home to discover that quite a lot of my neighbourhood has been attacked by graffiti vandals.