perched at the end of the brasserie's wide red canopy, this enormous pink bottle seems to taunt passersby with its proudly over-sized presence...
will it tip over in a gust of wind and perhaps hit some poor sod on the head?
will amateur snipers take potshots at it for target practice?
will it confuse alcoholics in a drunken haze that they have finally taken one drink too many and hallucinating giant pink bottles will now be a constant fact of life??
Shoot to kill - in memory of Jean-Charles de Menezes.
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On the way to Willesden This piece was written in memory of Jean-Charles de
Menezes. When my alarm goes off, I am so startled for a moment I don’t
remember...
1 week ago
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