It was obviously an idea for a film about a maverick rapid response graffiti cleaning company working for the local authority. The trailer would have gone something like this:
All around him, rival cleaning firms utilised cheaper, but more environmentally harmful industrial solvents for the swift removal of various graffiti tags, but they did so at a cost. A minor cost to the local environment. It was too much for him to bear.
He stood as the lone voice against the establishment. He risked everything he had to save a minor regional locality from the madness of industrial solvent abuse, instead choosing the natural power of lemons. Then SHE came into his life. He was busy in a lift removing graffiti that said 'Mandy Smith sucks cocks for 50p- IT'S TRUE, just call this number' when SHE got in the same lift as him.
United by their mutual love of citric acid, soon they were busily cleaning up their pitiful town. They lived a happy and harmonious, if woefully naive and sheltered, life until THE COUNCIL decided to win political favour by ruthlessly cutting the minor cleaning services budget.
This is a story of the magic of real life, of triumph over adversity, of cheaper, mass produced industrial solvents over expensive organic lemon juice pressed unsustainably to form uneconomic cleaning products. This is a story of the magic of life.