|With apologies to sis no 3, who is a bit phobic about feet (and frogs and felt, she's a bit wussy really)|
Even though, for the past twenty-odd years, I've lived just half an hour away from Wolverhampton I had never set foot inside the art gallery there. I rectified this error this week when sis no 1 and I went to see the Ron Mueck exhibition. It was amazing. It's only on until 2nd November so if there are any Wolvo residents reading this get yourselves down there pronto. The pieces are fantastically life-like. At the risk of coming across like some kind of weird foot-fetishist (I'm not, honest) look at this:
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|One of the gallery workers said that this work gave him the willies late at night. Make of that what you will.|
Sis no 1 and I also stayed for the curator's talk which was fascinating. If there's a form to fill in I'm requesting to come back as a curator in my next life, that or a wombat (cute) or maybe a camel (I'd like the uninhibited spitting opportunities).
Health wise I seem to be doing OK, continuing with the drug trial and keeping my fingers crossed. Today I went to the local GP for a general once over (cholesterol, blood pressure that kind of thing). Turns out I'm a picture of health. Apart from the sodding advanced cancer of course.
Anyway, buoyed up by the news that I'm not in too back nick all things considered, I bounced into town and made a start on the Christmas shopping (don't hate me).