‘I’m the real Banksy!’ ‘No, I am!’

Debora Ross, columnist for Mail Online, has a funny take on the Banksy unveiled thing.

Ok, time to come clean: I am Banksy, the street artist. But, alas, I have done such a good job of hiding this fact over the years that now even my own mother won't believe me.

'You're not Banksy,' she said. 'I am,' I said. 'You're not,' she said. 'Listen,' I said. 'I don't have time to stand here arguing with you. I've got an anarchist rat to graffiti on a shop wall before lunch.'

'You haven't,' she said. 'I have,' I said, 'and then I'm going to do something equally witty and satirical after lunch.

After more familial disbelief she concludes

'What does a person have to do around here to be believed?' 'Having even a modicum of artistic talent might help,' he said.

This is all most frustrating, particularly as I am the person who, in effect, re-invented street art.

As I told my partner: 'You have a lot to thank me for as, before, it was nothing but community murals, those ham-fisted dollops of garish paint showing barely recognisable human figures who are meant to look as if they are having a great deal of multi-cultural fun.'

'Fair enough,' said my partner, 'but you're not Banksy.' 'How can you be sure?,' I asked. 'Because I'm Banksy,' he said. 'And so am I,' said our son.

Listen, take it from me, neither of them is Banksy, because I am the real Banksy. And that is that.

Read Debora's full (funny) piece here.