The first thing that struck me when I entered the Tate ..... was the security
bod on the door. The people in front of me had been able to take in just about
anything they wanted including a number of offensive weapons (or, as they are
more commonly known, small children!).
I, however, had made the mistake of bringing a camera.
I have pieced together what I can recollect of my visit to the Tate but it
was difficult to concentrate as I was constantly being hounded by Tate flunkies
who gave the impression that they were getting ready to jump me every time I so
much as twitched. I did manage to get some piccies but on the whole I felt about
as welcome as a fart in an astronaut's suit!
Anyway, here's what I managed to smuggle out:-