Desparate for a bit of urban culture the domestic god and I went back to his family home in East Sussex (home to none other than Winnie the Poo), dropped off to baby Hugo and headed to the heart of London for a little artistic indulgence…namely the Damien Hirst exhibition at the Tate Modern.
Most of our morning was spent queuing for something or other, either the tube, the train, the tickets, the cloakroom and the main show itself!
In the end, we ended up doing more people watching and discussing the popular “is this art” and “are they douche-bags” debate.
Anyway, whether its art or not, we had a good time and surely that’s what its all about.
Have a lovely weekend.