Beloved British Artist is Brain Bleedingly Boring

What YEAR are we in? What the hell kind of council flat, biccie-dipping, trench-mouth, kippered herring shit is this? Why is the United Kingdom still falling allover themselves to look at a real-life bona fide Banksy piece like it’s some big DEAL. Banksy is EVERYWHERE. Ask Blek the Rat. Banksy is as ubiquitous as the pallid ladyhaunch of the pear-shaped drunk Brummie spreadeagled on the boot of a Peugeot at the Dogging Park. Why are townsfolk calling meetings to preserve his artwork? Especially when he did a piece on somebody’s random wall on Beddington Farm Road? Who still loves him now that his amaaaaaaaaazing anonymity was compromised when HE GOT A FUCKING PUBLICIST. It hurts my face that now these same people are returning to earnest council meetings to decide whether it should be RESTORED.