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Saturday nights up town in Christchurch are generally pretty unbearable. Loud, awful people everywhere, and that smell which always seems to be present outside clubs. T'nealle, Rose and I met up for some wheat-pasting, which meant the night would be great. I like being up town, but not a part of Town.
I made a long banner at work. It was quite motivational I guess; an amalgamation of a few ideas. We put it down Woolsack Lane, home to some amazing graffiti, and a lot of lighting

'You are the only example of you there'll ever be. Therefore, you are a piece of art, making history. You can do anything you want.'