A couple of good new graffiti seen this week. Intriguing, rather than funny. One, in a pub near Oxford Circus:
'I am a Turkish Man.'
Now, obviously I realise that there's an unsavoury explanation for why someone might write that in a pub loo - but this was the whole message. No phone number, no date or time. Which is what makes me hope this wasn't an advertisement, it was simply an act of self-expression. Maybe even self-affirmation. 'Whatever else they say, Hasim, they can't take away who you are. Yeah, write it on the wall. Write it big, write it proud. Let the whole world know. I... am a Turkish Man.'
The other, in a pub near Old Street. (No, I'm not always in the pub. Yes, I am sometimes in the pub.)
'Routledge till I die.'
Well, this one isn't really intriguing any more, because spoilsport Google informs me that the author was probably swearing a solemn oath of eternal allegiance to Wayne...
... and not, as I originally assumed, Patricia.