Recently, I saw my first Banksy.
Despite all the trips I’ve taken to London, I’ve managed to miss the provocative street artist’s work. On more than one occasion I’ve walked right passed his creations, failing to notice them at all. That nearly happened again this time, owing to the steak and kidney pie that was holding most of my attention.
Forgive me. The steak and kidney pie was really good (but that’s for another post).
For whatever reason, though, I managed to tear my eyes from the flaky crust and unctuous filling, and I saw it:
It reads: “Laugh now, but one day we’ll be in charge.”
Granted, it wasn’t quite as titillating as his depiction of two police officers kissing (in Brighton), as endearing as the image of little girl losing her balloon on Southwark, and certainly not as loathed as his latest piece in Haringen.
But I was still pretty excited about it. Almost as much as that meat pie.