Fight like an Egyptian

I don't know what's more tragic: the sentiment, or the fact that the spray-can wielding fud couldn't manage to fit four words onto a 2m high wall.

Today's journey home was rendered horrendous by the fact that it was raining. I left my phone and book at home this morning, and so all I could do was watch the world go by for an hour and a half in gridlocked traffic. I shan't bore you with highly depressing view that is Cairo from the window of a bus, but I did think that seeing only one man taking a piss in full view of the entire highway shows at least some progress is being made post-revolution.