As reported on the BBC no less, a teenager painted this 60-footer on his parents’ house and no-one knew until a helicoptering knob aficionado spotted it and documented it.
It’s a knob of Michelangelean ambition and scale.
To this artist, all I can offer is my humble admiration.
Newcastle, 11 December 2009
This is not a happy knob.
It’s deformed.
It’s jaundiced.
It’s veins have been invaded by evil green space-worms.
And it’s seeping (to use that unpleasant STD term from school sex education…).
Thanks to our north of England correspondent for this woeful example.
Just St James, 27 November 2009
Sometimes, when you’re rootling around in among the nuts, you find yourself clutching a knob without at first realising it.
Even when you’re knocking back gin in a classy joint like Just St James.
Thanks to Craig and the Knobfinder General for this effort.
Cafe Kick, Farringdon, 5 December 2009
There’s definitely something festive about this cheeky chap.
Appropriate for the first knob spot of December.
I don’t know if Brian King Spider Fucker was the knob’s author or subject, but I wouldn’t have thought there are many spiders big enough, or amenable enough, to welcome something that size.
Cheers to virgin knob spotter Graham.
Impressive enough as a mighty act of grafitti, this specimen is lifted into a whole new dimension thanks to the genius addition of a Sainsbury’s Taste the Difference sticker.
Sadly, I can’t quite make out what tastes so different on this occasion. One can only hope that it’s a fine sausage.
As so often, thanks are due to the Knobfinder General.
Westward Ho!, Devon, August 2009
Of all the pebbles on all the beaches in the south west, what should I sit down next to on holiday but this treat?
Like a message in a bottle, but without the unpleasant Sting overtones.
Anglesea Arms, Hammersmith
Primitive stuff inscribed in the table of an otherwise jolly civilised west London gastro pub.
But here’s the thing: why do both this effort and this one feature the word(?) ‘tation’ after the knob?
And both from opposite sides of the capital. Am I (or is Peter, source of both pictures) on the trail of a mysterious knob-drawer?
South Kensignton, 5 November 2009
There’s nothing particularly gay about this knob, just the man it’s drawn on: star of one of the Gay Icons posters around London for the exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery.
Although I suppose it is kind of bent.
Commercial St, 9 October 2009
Is it a knob? Or isn’t it a knob?
It was the topic of some amount of drunken debate.
Now you decide.
Rome, 27 September 2009
Knob, balls, pubes, jizz and even a pair of tits. Not only that, a kind of a face too.
What can I say? It’s got it all.
The work of a seasoned master, no doubt about it.
Well spotted, Crouch.
