Scars of dishonour

I had to cycle down Castle Street today, and had to ride over what you see here - the patchy tarmac which marks the final resting place of some unfortunate bed / couch / desk that was burned to a cinder on the road during some party that got out of hand. 

Castle Street is full of such patches, the battle scars of a piece of road that has seen more than its fair share of young students who do something because it's a cool thing to do. It looks like the council hasn't bothered to fix the road in many years, so in times to come even more of these scars will surely appear.

Ah Dunedin, how I love thee so...