Many people would classify this as visual diarrhoea. Just another assault on our overburdened senses in a world where pretty much any surface, inanimate, living or dead, whether stapled down or not is festooned with a marketing message imploring you to embrace your dreams or some other crud. I don’t. I love it! This is officially sanctioned graffiti courtesy of British Gas and the marks on the pavement indicate the prescence of pipes below the surface. As an example of some esoteric language, it’s brilliant. Almost mathematical. Great colour combo too. Not sure Fortnum and Mason are going to appreciate the dirt and noise right outside their window when the inevitable digging commences. Ho hum.
