Anyway, just as Wimbledon fortnight is traditionally the time when people dust off their balls and lope over to the local court, only to give up again a few weeks later, so it seems that graffiti is all the rage just at the moment (though, to be fair, Bristol is pretty graffiti-orientated even in normal times). As proof of this, this afternoon I was walking through St Werburgh's to the local organic supermarket to refill my bottle of environmentally-friendly laundry liquid (what a good Steepholm am I!), when I saw this charming sight:
Sorry about the quality, but I didn't want to disturb them by getting closer. It's a man and a boy of about seven, and the man is patiently, methodically, showing the kid exactly the best way to use a spray can. As I passed he was saying things like, "Hold the nozzle a few inches further back, that's it," etc. He'd even kitted the boy out with a heavy-duty mask to stop him breathing in the toxic fumes.
Isn't that just the sweetest thing you ever did see?