After finishing my previous post, I had a thought, dear reader. No, it didn't hurt. I was going into the city anyway. Why not look for works of art on my way in?
Armed with my camera, I snapped away.
I decided that we're bombarded with art at every turn, my little maid.
3 comments:
Wonderful.
Well, not the dog poo.
Really, dear one, you have a scatalogical side that defies explanation. No wonder RTD keeps writing fart jokes; he knows you'll laugh at them.
Side note: when the Doctor went to expel the radiation in SMITH AND JONES, did you not think we were about to be treated to another fart joke? It was a nice surprise when that didn't happen.
I hate the fart jokes - and I was expecting one with the radiation. I breathed a sigh of relief when it didn't come. Sadly, the shoe-job was ridiculous. Not even any special effects. Rubbish.
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