I was very much looking forward to first aiding the Norman invasion but due to a double booking I found our team wasn’t needed. Pleased to have gained an extra day to myself I took on the job of wading through my photograph collection and attempted to bring some sort of order to the chaos. I never realised the number of times I’ve stopped to snap some graffiti I’ve walked past or some other random thing that the casual passer by misses. With that in mind I took the bike and the camera out around the neighbourhood with the aim of bumping up my collection of scribbles. I decided to hit the hotspots: bridges, parks and estates and it wasn’t long before I hit gold. I did also notice the work of a local tagger who rather maturely decided to tag the lamp posts of one of the local villages with the word willy.

It would appear if ever you want to keep up with the word on the street, just consult your local lamp posts for I now know that Jason sucks willies, K is easy and I have a number for bum sex.