As SOBJECTS drew to a close and the earth’s shadow eclipsed the full moon, to conclude the exhibition esteemed-possible-dinner-guests came to party with us at One Thoresby Street from sundown.
‘Crawl through the hole, erase the exhibition, get a special treat. Don’t come hungry don’t come gorgeous!’
VIPs were flown in from Hamburg, to deliver rousing speeches. The monster munch was crunched. The adrenochrome flowed. Grey liquid poured forth like rivers.