Not much time to write today, I'm off to Manchester with a few of the Lombardiers. Here is some text that might end up as part of the narration in the video installation I do for the show.

There are no chips
no cigarettes
no fanta orange
and no plastic chairs.

There is no man on crutches
with an open shirt,
tattoos,
and an impressive moustache.

There is no girl in denim pedal pushers,
in high heels that visibly cause her pain,
near a man who sells the helium balloons.

There is no smell of vinegar.

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And here is a youtube video of an artist messing around with a computer program that turns him in to a crap sculpture. Note the odd noises he makes to change the arrangement of the objects.