Wellywoodland

So our fair city may soon be christened Wellywood, thanks to the comic geniuses at the International Airport who plan to emblazon the monicker, Hollywood style, across the Miramar hills. There's plenty to say about it, and every Tommasina, Dick, and Hairy Jo Bloggs has already spewed their cerebral guts over the issue. So I did a painting, because really I don't care enough to write a letter or print out a sign and drive with it around the airport wasting petrol. There's been some great suggestions for other stuff to be erected in place of the Wellywood sign, but the best in my opinion is to cover those sad old hills with a forrest of hefty trees to inhale some of the airport's carbon dioxide burps.

Failing that, something more practical for the foreign hoards in their rentacars.