Remember this story about a lady in Kensington who painted her house with red and white stripes because of some dispute with the neighbours? (No, just me?)
I've always wanted to see what it was like. Eyesore or delightful cheery addition to the street?
You can only tell by visiting. Yesterday I was deep West so I popped over to take a look.
That sort of ruins the effect. It looks like the dispute continues.