It’s the first cool evening at the end of a five-day heat wave and in north-west London the breeze is blowing through the leafy back garden as a man arranges ropes and other contraptions to a huge metal frame. “All the equipment we use is climbing equipment, so it’s graded, it’s weighted, it’s tested...
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“Graffiti is not the lowest form of art” – Banksy In one of the world’s largest cities, where advertisers pay thousands of pounds for the right to put their product on a billboard or on the side of a traditional red double-decker bus; where millions of people pass through public transport stations – hives...
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The flames were leaping up from the concrete deserts. Hell had arrived. Hell on earth. We had our own little franchise that had very quietly opened nearby. Apparently it was known as BP. We called it hell but others called it Blatant Propaganda. And the only way to get to hell was through hell’s...
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Strangers, side by side, talking and laughing and forging friendships. Laughter and shouting and people excitedly moving around, singing and grooving to the music, for hours – and I mean hours – on end, with little or no sleep. There’s an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement in the air. It could be a house...
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