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Bad Graffiti



Read what?

It seems bad form to instruct someone to read something, only then to spectacularly let them down by not providing any reading material. It's a broken promise, it's an anti-climax. Most of all, this is just plain bad graffiti. Does the author not realise the graffiti etiquette that must be strictly adhered to!? At least throw in a trip-esque mural representing a mis-spent youth.

Could you imagine the uproar if I did such a cruel thing on this blog? Demand my legions of readers here to read my musings, only to go all minimalist, and just leave an empty space. There would be chaos. The internet would probably implode with the huge weight of apocalyptic disappointment. (In my dreams)

But bad graffiti grates like a giant grate at a grating convention. I'll forgive incorrect spelling, and even *shock horror to the teachers amongst us* the misuse of the dreaded apostrophe (There's no excuse for signs and supermarkets though, but I'll stop there before I sound like a complete nerdly pedant, which I am, but don't tell anyone).
Bad Graffiti - don't do it kids. Just say no.

See images I took of good graffiti in Cardiff here
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Subversive Runner said…
LOL!!! Sian.... we have a similar take on graffiti me thinks...check my post http://subversive-running.blogspot.com/2008/04/damp-squib-or-normal-day-in-life-of.html

Scroll to the end. the grffitti was found at the foot of Pen Y Fan in the public toilet.
12 November 2008 at 14:57
Sian said…
Hahahahaa! I love it! That's exactly what I hate! Well, I love it too. Love-hate :D
13 November 2008 at 07:29
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