As my daughter and I were on the bus home, she saw graffiti that looked like this:
I knew she was going to remark on it because she examined it carefully and my face instantly changed a few shades of red while I was trying to come up with an explanation. Then she said
Went to see Steven Wilson last night. The show was delayed by two hours because of a late equipment truck. This was followed by a series of narrowly missed trains and non-functional buses on the way home. Ended up getting home at 3 AM on a bloody work night.
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