In My Hood

When I was growing up I lived in the back streets of Bingley....
Actually, it was neither cool nor edgy nor cosmopolitan.
Though we did have Martin's Bargain Centre which sold Everything.

My walk from home into the "town centre" -
ie. Martin's Bargain Centre plus the grocers, chemist, Boots and supermarket -
plus all important Bus Stop to take me to Faraway Exciting Lands like Bradford or (if feeling particularly brave) Keighley.

On my walk Downtown on the Upper East Side of the back streets of Bingley (aka Dubb Lane), I would cross over the canal via the green bridge. Turn right and follow the road.

On the left was a disused building that I think was a bakery in a former lifetime, but boarded and derelict whenever I passed it.

The building was tall and stood alone.
Right at the Very Top...
on the only large, smooth piece of stone, someone (Bingley's Banksy?) had sprayed - graffitied...
in huge letters:

Spuddy Fat Crisp

I still wonder how.
And why?

And why do some things stick in my mind and others are stored so far away I can't reach them?
I sometimes wonder about things I've forgotten, but then, this made me smile then and it still makes me smile now.

So seeing as though being a grown-up is extremely tedious and not very rewarding at the moment;
It's the best I have to offer.

Spuddy Fat Crisp

Feel free to use it.