I can think of only three possible explanations for this. One is that this is the handiwork of an absurdist, situationist, marxist, anarchist travelling theatre group. Two, that this is owned by some plumber made good who has demonstrated that he hasn’t forgotten his roots by getting this stencilled onto his car. Or three, that this belongs to some eccentric aristocrat who tiring of the Piccadilly club scene and to help alleviate the crushing tedium of wealth, has taken it upon himself to become some kind of odd job man but still uses the roller as his chariot.
Your thoughts?
Spotted by Louise Perry












