Thursday, 17 October 2013


Over the summer, i went on a little scuttle by myself. One night i left the hostel at 2am and
headed to the yard. As i made my way around it looking for a good spot to paint, i spotted
feet under a train i was approaching. I came around the front of the train, and none of them
even seemed fussed, a contrast to how high one of the FE guys jumped upon similar
circumstances a week before in Holland. I was nervous of them so hung about then knocked
something quick up, and they waited for me to finish, i had no idea who i was painting with,
until they asked me to get photos, peering into my LCD screen my eyes widened a little.

Good times, good guys.