You recall, well of course you don't, I'm just being polite, the old Clarence Mill and its slow, painfully slow demolition. Well the place where it stood is surrounded by a board fence and, as is the style these days, that has become the canvas for any Thomas, Richard and Henrietta to come along with a can of paint and decorate the neighbourhood. Originality or even talent are not needed just a wilful desire to spray any old rubbish around the place and call it "self-expression". It's really just a mess.
My old post reminds me that there were grand plans for a hotel with a casino ... I have no idea what's in store for the place now, I guess the wheel's still in spin.
I despise graffiti taggers.
ReplyDeleteIf they were on fire and I had a glass of water, I'd drink it.