Gary and Bambi’s exhibition opens with a reception in the museum. There’s around 100 people taking in the works, huddled inside enclosures of huge pen and ink drawings in humanity’s most fundamental colours: white, red, black. Sumi-e style cats and rabbits are cheekily juxtaposed with Sailor Jerry-esque cheeky 1950s pin-ups. Gary reads three of his poems, which always feel honest and vulnerable in a mood-tense so extreme that it risks gesturing
From this lookout, you’ll see three jewellery shops. Three! A slightly terrifying upmarket looking one, with antique gold and unusual vintage and collectors’ pieces in the window; a somewhat less terrifying one, which is promising ‘gold purchase’ for those who are in the extremes of hard times or flush with unwanted inheritance pieces; and an upbeat modern European one, full of Italian branded smart design and not too proud to
They skip past the brand new picnic blankets, unfathomably priced at twice the rate of supermarket ones, but still a rapidly reducing pile each time they visit. Ladies separates is the goal today, and they happily grab the best bits fast and make for the friendly blonde cashier. While she’s ringing up the bargains (two pairs of trousers for a tenner! One Top Shop and one M & S!), they