The art crawl began last Thursday with Ben Turnbull's depiction of the American dream gone wrong; Captain Sensible, Saddam Hussein, Guantanamo babies and George Dubya cryogenically frozen, presumably so he can turn up in the future and cock that up as well...A very grim fairy tale indeed which left down stairs feeling like something between a kindergarten and a torture chamber.
Buoyed by the thought of a terrible future for our kids, the heat and liquor, we stumbled punch drunk to Charing Cross Rd where Laz had hung a new group show.
Once there, bedazzled by original works of gods like Dondi, the throng of urchins, wiseguys and the faithless quaffed beer like it was literally going out of fashion in favour of cocktails, because we all know that unless you've had more than 12 drinks, dancing in a gallery does feel weird. So drink the shame away I say......
To all those that came and saw, cheers... until next time, I'm off for a full blood transfusion and a word with myself.
Thanks to Tiger, Acyde and Gwen Guthrie. 90% of me is Rum.

