Banksy: in the line of vision

I can see this building from my window, seven floors down on The Highway in East London. It has a fresh lick of magnolia paint, no doubt ordered by some jobsworth after what is suspected to be a Banksy appeared on it.

It just goes to show the notice I take of my surroundings that I never once clocked the artwork, which even if it turns out to be done by someone else, does raise a smile.

If you're reading this Banksy, do us a favour and stick it up again.