Behind the row of gardens that backs onto the railway, very visible from passing trains, stretches a long white wall. Its inaccessible location means that it is seldom sullied by extensive offensive graffiti. On Sunday however, whilst all the local residents are nosing around other people's houses (in the name of Art) the Young Kimrock breaks into Number 27, and climbs over the undergrowth to scale the wall. Once over, he decorates it with remarkably exaggerated claims and biological drawings of Guthrie Cotton and Yevgeny Huxtable. As he returns through the house, he spots a beautiful painting (actually an oleograph) portraying a bluebell wood. The scene is so calming that it dissipates his anger, and he regrets his recent vandalism.
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