A Bad Thing.

Now, I need you all to steady yourselves, perhaps sit down and put down any hot beverages you are holding.

Someone has destroyed the 'RECLAM THE STRETS' graffiti.

So it wasn't because senility was setting in that I didn't remember the last time I saw it.
(It was, on the other hand, remarkably unobservant considering I pass it (or it's ex-site now, I guess) an average of twice a day. In my defence, in the mornings I'm reading and in the evenings it's dark.)

In homage to what was undoubtedly some damn fine graffiti, I'm considering making a t-shirt with its picture on.

Rock on, dude. We salute you.


On a related note, the BDP is skankier than ever, what with the incessant dripping of water. The Pigeons are active, in a subdued sort of way. I don't know whether it's the proximity of a human work site that's worrying them, or whether they get S.A.D., but it's slightly unnerving to hear the mournful cry of the Pigeon as you walk in the dark beneath the Bridge.

And (segueing like a mofo) I don't like walking home in the dark. Partially because it really hinders my reading (duh!) and partially because it's creepy.