with all the focus on and fashion for street art/graf/bank(sy) me off while I pay you 3mil.. its easy to forget that actually we're all part of that shit- well, by we I mean the old crew from the roller disco, the kids we saw up MASH every sat'diy in carnaby, the wankers from the bus stop at school who beat us up cos we scratched out their tags... we have grown up and forgotten, a bit, that its all part of the same thing. Most became graphic designers or environmental scientists, some became bankers... but we all share that heritage. Whether it was taking a break from playing roller hockey to tag up post office vans, or craCKING OUT THE spray cans at someones parent's party, it was as natural to us as tweeting is to this lot.
Brighton's sad loss of the kissing copper's is a hilarious example of the way in which people are re-writing history to suit the common current zeitgeist. STUMP or SER or GOLDIE or REVS coulsd ll have been in that place, had we been middle class enough to be blessed with vision of the world ibto which we could have injected ourselves. As it is, we stand proud of our heritage, reminisce of glorious days of old in the car parks of lewisham or Brockwell park, and giggle at the media frenzy over what many of us spent our childhoods running from security guards and community police officers for.
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