Friday 17 February 2012

Old Graffiti

Evening all. Aside from chanelling the spirit of PC George Dixon, I've been examining illegal daubs and smears throughout the ages. Here's some underneath this very paragraph.

Playgrounds = perfectly fine to hang around in when you should be at school. I love the carefree white fluffy clouds scudding gaily across the sky, whilst some Mad Max-esque poles loom menacingly over the world's ugliest wall. PS - Question: What is pain? Answer: Falling off that cast-iron see-saw.

I'll take mine with a red wedge. Powerful stuff, although it does look like it was sprayed on the door of one of the generators you find round the back of blocks of flats.

How shall we see this? The rise of a new youth culture eclipsing the old? The arrival of a fresh, vibrant youth culture that the previous generation could not possibly own? Or that despite having any number of fresh and vibrant youth cultures, we will always have someone called 'Nidge' writing on walls? Reader, you are the ref.

Try googling 'Techno Force'. You ain't gonna find what they were graffiting about. Or perhaps the artists were a group of young, urban gunslingers who were proper into evaporators and driers? I don't know. Let's all just google 'Nidge'. Be seeing you!


  1. Nice collection. I'm particularly moved by the first two. There was a similar call to unite with the miners on a wall in Cardiff until very recently. Some of this paint lasts really well. Indeed, there were a couple of childish words of extolment to a rock group and a football team from my own hand on an electricity substation wall in Bristol that lasted from the mid 70's until I last glimpsed them in the 90's. I'm informed they are, alas, now erased, eroded, gone.

  2. Any graffiti shown here will be overshadowed by that 'Fiesta' sign. I'm very taken with the font.

  3. Someone (clearly an adult) wrote "your teacher is lying" on a school near my house. I guess authoritarian slogans against authority in the form of schools are still alive.

  4. Would love to send you an old British Movement cross in circle near my clereenwell home, trapped in a small car park.