Graffiti

Archaeology is not the glamorous, exciting job many people seem to think it is. LH found himself in a dusty basement below Princes St. today, randomly ambling around in the dark with a head torch taking pictures of holes in the concrete while the sun beat down outside.

Found these amusing scribblings on a wall in a subterranean room. There was no light and I basically had to rely on the flash, but they amused me.

RH came to meet LH for lunch before heading back to her office.

PS As blip is a family friendly site we poorly asterisked out the bad words!