At last I can reveal another little gem in Portobello Road, the unofficial Banksy tshirt shop. To say my boys squealed with delight when I sent them a couple of photographs is an understatement – there was rapid texting at the speed of the fastest classically trained touch typists enquiring as to whether and which ones I was going to buy for them. Little did they know I was sat drinking coffee purchases heavily weighted against my chair.
They had two the same the arsonist throwing a bouquet of flowers and my personal favourite a punk rocker being looked after by his mum, and then a gun toting panda and for my atheist children Jesus dripping with Christmas presents. After having them for a week I can confirm the Banksy has met with much approval. It’s so nice to get something right.