Better Than The Real Thing

Art galleries. You might think they’re boring, but a quick visit to an art gallery one rainy morning started off a whole chain of events for me that encompassed sex, lies and (the modern digital equivalent of) videotape. As well as a wedding and a funeral that never happened, a dramatic reconstruction of one of the drier scenes of Titanic, a little kung fu and spoon-bending, and dancing to Barry Manilow in Basingstoke. All beginning with meeting a fictional man who’d been murdered and decapitated centuries previously.


Art galleries boring? As if.