A group of broken alebenches signal a similar kind of vandalism and the empirical collapse of a bureaucratic ideal of public space, underlined by stickers of a photograph of a fallen sculpture (Atlas, 2016).
"If anie man aske who made this rime / Yt was Steven Corkrum in a drinkinge time", concluded one squib composed at a tippling-house in Pyworthy, Devon, in May 1612 and sung on "alebenches and other places in most scoffing, lewd and obscene manner".(46) Denied the right openly to question those in authority, it was only away from their watchful eyes that people were able to vent grievances freely.