"That's mental!" exclaims a young man.
"F**k that, man!" exclaims another younger man. (Comma very important.) The other kids he is with laugh, so he swears loudly again.
Both meant in a good way. Or at least that's what I thought at the time. Reading it cold, though, gives me doubts.
Someone mentions that my picture is in the local paper, so later, I can't resist and I pick up a copy. It's an article about THE bath prize. It's good to be included in the pre show publicity (announcement of winner next week), but the write up doesn't give me hope. It's all about the wonderful sights of Bath and look some artist has painting Pulteney Bridge and another has painted the Abbey. Oh yes and another has done Lansdown Crescent and there's a view of the classic georgian terraces of Camden. And what's this one at the bottom - ah, yes, some eejit has painted some plastic barriers next to the southgate shopping centre - sure fire winner.
I've lost all control and given myself over totally to the yellow line thing.
Probably doesn't need me to say anything.
Probably best not to - only going to dig myself in deeper.
Apart from, 'it's not finished yet.'
But that just sounds like an excuse.