Easter Road

C'mon Cigs, baby. Think of your adoring public; and my insatiable desire to track down your handiwork across town. 
As I was walking along Easter Road (in a westerly direction) I suddenly saw the subliminal messages of the now vacant shop at the corner of Montgomery Street.

Had it been called blank canvas it could not have been more obvious. 

In a speculative punt - dated '16; in black. 


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