Let’s just keep this short: I was not at all impressed with Rachel Whiteread’s work. I found the show to be like wandering through a large and utterly soulless superstore, some surreal marriage of B&Q and Ikea, truly hideous in its lack of emotion.

My comment on the day: one trick pony.

So, leaving my companions cooing and purring behind me I hastily departed for pastures anew. Like the lonely cloud, I wandered romantically and oh so wistfully through the Tate for the next hour or so:

Bernard Cohen:

Unknown Artist: The Cholmondley Ladies c.1600-1610

Richard Hamilton:

Time for tea…