Oh man that brings back memories, that Westminster bank building, we had to spray the staircase walls going up to all the offices in there back in 1977. Me and my mate done a shift, put up the wet walls sign, and fucked off to the bookies. When we came back some scally had removed the sign and this fat posh tart in an expensive fur coat had walked up the stairs and got portaflek paint all over her. There was murders over it, boss wasn't happy about us nipping to the bookies. During the arguments my mate sneaked downstairs and put some signs back up so we argued the toss, she started doubting herself and we got away with it.