…at South Bank. I turned up as the performer was getting his equipment together to juggle on his cycle. As he got ready he addressed the crowd and apologised for some kids off to the side. There were about five of them, none of them more than nine or ten years old, and they scowled back at him. I’m guessing they’d been harassing him the entire performance. As he apologised one of them — with the most wonderfully petulant, bogan grimace — gave him the finger and the image burned into my mind. It was so horribly hilarious. It’s amazing how tough some kids believe they are; I’m twenty two and I don’t even know where to begin when I comes to toughness.

I don’t think I quite captured the kid’s scowl, try as I might. It was the sort of face made of anger and resentment that only the young can do, apparently sucking all of their baby fat into a controlled black hole somewhere in the vicinity of their nose.

I’ve designed it in the hope of making it into a shirt for myself someday. Hopefully it’s the start of many more.