Once upon a time, there used to be a lot of skillful, colourful graffiti on walls alongside the M32. Not any more. Today the grey blank walls matched the sky and the only graffiti in the vicinity was this - perhaps stencilled by the man himself.
Coincidental then, that on returning home I heard a documentary on BBC Radio 4 about the city's graffiti culture, that included a comment about the recent Banksy exhibition: "We had to queue for four and a half hours, so someone had to go and get some croissants." I hope they saved some to go with the coffee table book that they bought afterwards. Vive La Revolution.
