Writing On the Wall

Wednesday evening saw me at the only place I've never been. University. It was ok though, there wasn't a book, pencil or lecturer in sight. Just a lecture hall, an Italian movie, tasty pizza & my girl Amanda.

The movie was great, she let me chew her ear off about Tuesday & it was so good for me to have company.

Despite all the great conversation, listening to such a beautiful language & gorging on pizza, I'd have to say the best part of the night was when Amanda took me to the "girls' toilet". No, don't get any ideas, it was nothing like that.

She showed me the writing on the walls there. Every single toilet stall had writing on the walls. And I'm not talking Rose loves Jack. I'm talking love lists, banter, people describing how they're coping with "coming out of the closet", random stories, the whole lot.

There were sections that had been attempted to be cleaned off, but most of it was so easily read. It would have made going to the loo such an interesting experience, whether you just read it or decide to add to it.

These were some of my favourites...

I'm not quite sure how a gender can be "at" anywhere & even if it could, how it would be "my pants" is beyond me.

This was a word by word story. Initially, each new word was by someone different, eventually people wrote phrases.
I just loved the line :if only they'd give quiche a chance:

I can't help but agree with this one.

The love list. All the things people loved. A gorgeous idea.

Petticoats are very pretty. Even prettier when sung about by The Kooks.
Which would have been great to see live if I'd had the common sense to do something crazy on the spur of the moment.
(*no, I'm still not over that*)

I think from now on, I'm going to take photos of any cool scrawls I see written across a bathroom wall.


Bambola x