Spurtle doesn’t normally like tags – those pen-names repeatedly extravastated from aerosols onto elements of the streetscape like so many dog-pees onto lampposts.
Yesterday, though, we enjoyed the sight of MOLE on West Register Street for two reasons.
First, because it is suggestive of some little beast that works underground – a law-abiding archivist, perhaps – both proclaiming his vocation and cocking a snook at the establishment with a wee discolouration of the local stonework. Second, because one cannot help but admire the daring, effort and coordination required to mount this wall and so mark it.
Taggers judge their own success by how prominently their designs appear, priding themselves especially on prodigious height.
However, the supposed point of positioning this MOLE just here was a false conception since – at least during the 15 minutes we stood struggling messily through a Greggs Tuna Crunch Bloomer of great mass – not a single passerby seemed to notice it.
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@theSpurtle Mole's probably moved to the New Town because the willows have become too windy. Here, by contrast, he'll mostly find windbags.