Here is a view of Exmouth Marina, delivered yesterday to an eagerly awaiting throng who commenced biffing one another about the old bonce in their frantic efforts to secure the purchase.
Sadly, upon receipt of the masterpiece the silly old gallery owner type just dropped into the conv…
‘Ooooh, I did tell you we’re closing down at Christmas didn’t I?’
NO, GUV’NOR! YOU NEVER FECKING DID!
So – there we have it! ‘ If things don’t alter, they’ll remain as they are’, as me Granny used to say.
The gallery world really does seem intent on scuppering me vessel at the mo, doesn’t it Dear Reader?
The Barbican is as dead as a do-diddly-oh-do, Brixham has shunned the delights of ‘Brixham Sunset’ and ‘Brixham Dusk’ and as for that deposit-returning fiend in Saltash, well between the blighters they’re pointing in the direction of a bleak and frosty Christmas in the Underground Lair.
OR – if anyone else collapses afore the event – CHRISTMAS TIDE IN THE GUTTER
NO, No, pray, Dear Reader, ‘tis not the merely the plummeting sales of your very own ‘icon of our times’ Lovely One, ‘tis the general dwindle of the acquisition of art in all of One’s establishments.
So, there we have it, One is shagged!
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