This week I went to Melbourne for some bits and pieces and I couldn’t help noticing again that the big smoke has a much higher calibre of graffiti than we have here. Maybe I just go to all the wrong places or maybe I’ve got no taste. But I kind of like things that say something. Here’s some I remember:
Stand up for your freaking rights
Let them eat yellowcake
20,000 starving and that’s just in Fitzroy
In the Old Days we had scribble like the one I can’t quite remember in Garema Pl that was about fat generals. But now we just have tags which mean nothing to everybody.