In the presence of greatness

Having been away on hols, I'm aware this may be old news to some. But I've just had my first up close and personal experience of a Banksy in the flesh - on the wall of the post office sorting depot in Newman Street if you haven't seen it.

Now I know he's become a bit passe; a member of the art set glitterati, rather than the urban street warrior he once was. And that, like the Masters of old, he may well have a whole studio of apprentice Banksies running around doing his work for him.

But it did send a little tingle down the spine to see a genuine cultural phenomenon in all its glory. And to see the sheer numbers of people stopping to look and take photos.

(And thanks to Lori for the loan. I only had my phone with me, and the picture I took was pretty rubbish)