And another thing....

After all this heaviness and unpleasantness.

I was over in Scouse the other day. You know that by now. The place is coming to the end of it's City of Yoghurt status (culture) but something was amiss. Something I'd not seen for a long time. Bare streets. A lack of colour.

They've taken away the Superlambananas.

Like these. And many more like 'em.

OK, they've sold them off for charidee. And some will still be on show around the place. But there won't be the summer madness again, with them dotted in every corner, and trips around town to sniff out the odd ones in odd places. I first saw one as I stepped off a train, and said "what the hell is this modern art guff". Like everyone else by the end of the afternoon I was filling a camera data card with them. I think they're great, to hell with this justifying graffiti that folks do in the name community art, this was the real deal. The town's just not as much fun without them. Hey ho. I shall have to talk to men with curly hair, boggly eyes and shellsuits instead.