Thursday, January 25, 2007

Great London Writing


Like much of the best graffiti, this piece found near Old Street tube is both confounding and amusing.

A simple bawdy gag ('Sit on Myspace') gains a satirical power from being scrawled on the blank, silent walls of a 'Private Shop'. The necessarily euphemistic name of the shop adds further gusto, in comparison, to the writing. Even better, there is an inexpicable word ('fortress') in the window.

As an imprecation it doesn't quite work. It's difficult to work out the point the writer is making about the shop, Myspace, or his/her relationship with the world at large. And thus, it takes its place in the great London tradition of nonsense graffiti.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

should it not read sit on my face ?