I don’t find graffiti annoying, in fact I’m quite keen on good graffiti which means I’m keen on graffiti that I like. What I like most about graffiti is that it can be washed off, painted over, or just removed by knocking down the surface upon which it appears should that surface have no other structural responsibility apart from acting as a canvas. Unfortunately most of the random and pointless imagery of the moment has been applied to the largest organ of a vast multitude of homo sapiens ( that Latin adjective lending a certain oxymoronic quality to the adorned homo) rather than to the more stable surfaces on offer. Humans, as a rule, do not achieve the patina that is acquired by gesso on plaster, paint on canvas or by weather on stone. With age elastic taught skin becomes loose and lined with the addition of blemishes, moles and lentigo senilis, better known as liver spots, which natural degradation does nothing to increase the charm of the already charmless. A wise parent of young children would do well not to encourage their offspring to search out a financially stable career in the law, but rather convince them to train in the new forms of surgery that will undoubtedly be necessary to return the great mass of cosmetically modified humans to their default condition, rather like garages remove the spoilers, and “go faster” accessories from adolescents’ vehicles at a certain point in their progress through life. The foolishness of the “painted man” will be evident on the beaches and sun terraces 50 years hence, rather than in the lodges and tepees of the dignified people of many races whose ancient traditions placed a real meaning on these markings.