Yesterday morning, I walked out of the building that my flat is in to find that the telephone box immediately outside it had been marked with words along the lines of:

HEY NIGGAZ
KKK 4 ME

in six-inch high black letters. Today I was going to write a post about it—not an “end of civilization as we know it” kind of thing; just some PooterGeekian whimsy about the declining traditions of calligraphy and illumination in these days of txtmsg and iBlackberry—so I went outside to copy the message down exactly, but it was gone.