... thought you were looking for one only a couple of hours ago ...

Also looking for a soup can, will pay a really god extra on top!
Can also trade against several stuff
Thanks

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If someone is willing to sell one tomato soup please PM me.. really considering paying a fair price.

!!!But be aware I am NOT trading a poster against my Retna !!!

Am at the end of a big queue/list here but definitely would like one if anyone has one.

I'm in Australia but will be in UK end of next month

Will have a think about what I have to offer as a trade - have some Invader stickers etc

Adding my name to list for anyone looking to sell or trade (got a few Banksy & Invader bits and pieces a few of you might be interested in). The drop times definitely haven't been Australian friendly.

Guys dumping originals on eBay it looks like ...Poor people not knowing about POW print dump are paying a premium be my guess ..couple weeks time eBay be flooded

Will trade against real soup cans

Haha don’t think anybody that has come across this dude really thinks they getting a soup can print ...others just need to learn the hard way

Agree though he's not half as funny as fonejacker! He wishes he was!

The Very Shaggy Dog

Once upon a time, on the foggy streets of London, lived an enterprising, but nevertheless downtrodden, tramp. Being enterprising, he often picked up copies of the London Gazette from trash piles and bins near the underground. One day he found, among the advertisements, an unusually lucrative proposition. It read:

LOST

Beloved dog of famous bachelor millionaire, Ebenezer Henneseigh, Esq.

Said mutt is easily identifiable, as never a shaggier dog has been seen.

Mr. Henneseigh offers a reward of

ONE MILLION POUNDS STERLING

for the safe return of his wayward pet, Pepper.

Send enquiries to:

Hearthstone House

56 Surrey Rd, London

As luck would have it, at just that moment, the shaggiest dog the tramp had ever seen walked by. The dog was alone and, while not scrawny, looked dirty and poorly groomed, as though (as the tramp understood quite well) he had been roughing it.

Well, being the enterprising man that he was, the tramp pulled half of a sandwich that he'd been saving from his pocket, figuring it was easily worth a million quid, and put on his most charming smile. "Here, doggy. Here, Pepper Pepper." Said the tramp, holding the sandwich tantalizingly before the very, very shaggy dog.

The very shaggy dog, being somewhat enterprising himself, happily took the half a sandwich and decided that he might benefit from following this somewhat shaggy man around for a spell. The tramp took this as a good sign and lead the dog, with a jaunt in his step, to Surrey Road. Along the way, the enterprising tramp and the very shaggy dog took a short rest under a bridge, to get out of the cold drizzle for a moment. And there he found an old tatty umbrella. Upon examination, it seemed that the umbrella didn't have any large holes in it, thinking 'this really is my lucky day!' he decided to keep it.

The tramp knocked at the door of Hearthstone House with the handle of the umbrella and, as is befitting a famous millionaire, the housemaid answered the door.

"May I help you... Oh!... erm... sir?"

"Yes, madam, you may!" He told her all about the ad in the London Gazette and the very shaggy dog crossing his path and the half a sandwich and the umbrella he'd found along the way. Then he said "and I have brought your master's very shaggy dog back to him and I would like to collect my reward of one million pounds sterling, thank you."

The housemaid looked condescendingly sad.

"I'm so very sorry, but the master has gone to his home in Spain for the winter. I don't know when he'll return. The address is 24 entlo 4c, Barcelona. Now, I've a lot to do, so please leave, and take your very shaggy dog with you."

The tramp, disappointed but undaunted, found a bench to sit on in the park while he conferred with his new friend.

"What shall we do, Pepper? Hm? We have no money, yet. We can't bloody well walk to Spain..."

Then it hit him, they could stow away! He knew a man at the docks that owed him a favor, surely ol' Percival could get him on the proper ship.

So, off they went, the enterprising tramp and the very shaggy dog, to the shipyards.

"Hullo" said Percival, "What an egregiously shaggy dog!"

"Yes, I know. Look, I'm here to call in my favor..."

"I haven't any money. Times are tight, you know, and little Percy Jr..."

"No, no. I need passage to Barcelona with this here very shaggy dog." He told Percival all about the ad in the London Gazette and the very shaggy dog crossing his path and the half a sandwich and the umbrella he'd found along the way. He told him about the housemaid and the bench in the park.

"Oh my. I'd be putting me livelihood at risk. I dunno."

"We'd be even, Percy, I swear it. Of course, were I to stay in town, I might have to mention to the missus about the little incident a few weeks ago when you- "

"Alright now!", Percival blustered "No need for any of that!"

And so, soon enough, the enterprising tramp and the very shaggy dog found themselves well appointed and comfortable in a large cargo crate with plenty of food to last the trip. After a couple of weeks at sea, they arrived in Barcelona and snuck, safely, out of the cargo crate and made their way, with much bad Spanish and even more bad directions, to 24 entlo 4c.

The tramp rapped at the door with the handle of his old umbrella.

"Yes?" said the butler, who had been hired in London so that Mr. Henneseigh would feel more at home.

"Boowanoes tardy, monsewer." The tramp didn't really understand how other languages worked, but he thought this was close enough. And here the tramp told the butler about his travels. He told him all about the ad in the London Gazette and the very shaggy dog crossing his path and the half a sandwich and the umbrella he'd found along the way. He told him about the housemaid and the bench in the park. He told him about Percival and his trip to Spain (though he failed to mention that he and the very shaggy dog were stowaways) and finally he finished, saying "and I have brought your master's very shaggy dog back to him and I would like to collect my reward of one million pounds sterling, thank you."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry! The master has moved to his new winter home in Sidney. Now be gone before someone sees you here, and take that awful shaggy dog with you!" And he sent the enterprising tramp and the very shaggy dog away with a new address to hunt down.

The enterprising tramp was now downright distraught. It was one thing to live by his wits on his own, but you'd think this dog stored food in his shag, for all he ate! As for the dog, he didn't notice any difference, and was just as happy as ever.

Anyway, the tramp, being the enterprising man that he was, wheeled and dealed and wheedled and whined and made promises that he couldn't keep. To make a long story very slightly shorter, he finally got on a ship to Australia. He had to work this time, and the trip was much longer, but he was sure it would be worth it in the end. Upon his arrival, he found his way to the address in Sydney and rapped on the door with the handle of his old umbrella. The groundskeeper answered the door.

"G'day. What can I do for you?"

"Good afternoon, sir. I am here looking for Mr. Henneseigh." He then told the groundskeeper about the ad in the London Gazette and the very shaggy dog crossing his path and the half a sandwich and the umbrella he'd found along the way. He told him about the housemaid and the bench in the park. He told him about Percival and his trip to Spain. Then he told him about the butler. He told him about the wheeling and dealing and wheedling and whining and even about the promises that he couldn't keep. He told him about the trip to Australia and having to work as a merchant marine for months on end. Then he completed his monologue with "and I have brought your master's very shaggy dog back to him and I would like to collect my reward of one million pounds sterling, thank you."

The groundskeeper was impressed. He'd never heard such a tale, nor had he ever seen such a terrifically shaggy dog. He said as much, and then shook his head. "I really am sorry, mate, but the master left less than a week ago back to London. The address is..."

"Yeah, I know the address," sighed the tramp, "thank you anyway". He dejectedly slinked away.

"Don't forget your tremendously shaggy dog, mate!" And the very shaggy dog wagged his tail and followed.

The enterprising tramp, having earned a little money as a merchant marine, could hardly be called a tramp anymore. He bought a ticket back to London, coach of course (he wasn't a nob after all), certain that his adventure must surely be near an end.

Traveling by boat as a proper passenger was an entirely new experience for him. He delighted in watching other people do the drudgery while being absolutely entitled to be there, but he was always gracious and tipped well. By the time he got back to London, he didn't have a penny left to his name, but figured he was no worse off than ever and the enterprising tramp made his leisurely way back to Surrey Road with the very shaggy dog in tow.

The enterprising tramp still had his old umbrella and proceeded to rap on the door.

The man that answered was somehow both too well dressed and, at the same time, too rumpled to be a butler. An enormous grin crossed the enterprising tramp's face as he realized that this was The Man himself. The famous, the internationally illusive, Mister Ebenezer Henneseigh Esq.! What the hell was he doing answering his own door? Who cares?

"My dear sir! You have no idea how unbelievably happy I am to see you!"

Before the man could reply, the enterprising tramp regaled him with the entire saga. He told him about the ad in the London Gazette and the very shaggy dog crossing his path and the half a sandwich and the umbrella he'd found along the way. He told him about the housemaid and the bench in the park. He told him about Percival and his trip to Spain. Then he told him about the butler. He told him about the wheeling and dealing and wheedling and whining and about the promises that he couldn't keep. He told him about the trip to Australia and having to work as a merchant marine for months on end. He told him about his first ever trip as a proper passenger and watching other people do the drudgery and about tipping well (he laid it a bit thick on this point, proud of himself for being so generous). Finally, finally, he gave the message he'd come so far to deliver. "And now, kind sir, I have returned your very shaggy dog back to you and I would like to collect my reward of one million pounds sterling, thank you."

Mr. Henneseigh, a little bewildered said "I appreciate your dedication, sir! You went to truly heroic lengths. And, while it is true that my beloved dog has been missing, and was quite shaggy, this can't be him. He was never so shaggy as that!"

flipper. there you go. back to normality 

in pls

add me !

hold tight everyone!  i am mulling around doing a 1,000 post giveaway for UAA with some various prizes.  included may be a soup can (only fitting for me giving away a soup can with my username  ).  going to wait until the poster is in hand before any final decisions but keep an eye out for my giveaway in the coming days / weeks.