Peter Robinson

When I was at Intermediate, to catch the school bus I had to go down into the pedestrian subway and cross over the railway line underground. It was dark in there like a cave. It stank too; all the gross stuff you can imagine. But what I remember most about the subway was how intrigued I was by the graffiti. In the half-light I read the lot: tags, political slogans, absent- minded doodles, passionate declarations of love, obscenities, everything. I was always busy trying to figure out what the hurriedly painted communications meant and whether anyone had left a message just for me.