A Fresh Shape Up

Last night whilst I was in Croydon drinking a few beers and continuing to drag my hearing closer to an untimely death in the Black Sheep Bar, I noticed that the graffiti smiley-face ball that used to be on the zebra crossing outside was now within the confines of the sheep. A shame that this amusing chap cannot continue to brighten up mine and possibly a few other peoples week with its mixed embedded message of happiness and disorder, but I guess the dub-step coffin of the Black Sheep Bar is a far more suitable location for this small piece of Croydon culture than the local landfill.

tW