Current courtyard installation at the Royal Academy. Fucking amazing. Sharp intake of breath as I entered the courtyard and was confronted with this awesome, ugly, despairing sight which has got the Academy crones chuntering about the way art is going. Nice one Anselm.

Later on Turtle and I were walking home through Gt Windmill street when we passed a brothel and overheard the very fit whore on the door (fur coat, pants and killer heels - excellent look) say to her mate: "I'd rather be at home watching Eastenders actually." It's shit working the graveyard shift.