Full of beans...

... the window display of Quay Confectionery in Albert Dock; this portrait of Marilyn is made entirely of jelly beans. Little trip out today to see the Magritte exhibition at the Tate. Didn't see it (£11 to get in when every museum and gallery in Liverpool is free? Madness.) but did see a Picasso and a couple of Dalis, jewels among the dross. I admit to being a Philistine, but piles of junk masquerading as Art just don't do it for me. If they did I'd just fling open the garage doors and be in ecstacy.

Took the chair as I thought the cobbles would be hard to navigate with crutches in intermittent rain, but they also made for a very uncomfortable ride; all that jolting not only makes my leg hurt but has an effect on the bladder after a vat of Tate cafe beverage. Chair wouldn't fit through the door to the Ladies and crutches left in car, so had to use Disabled loo, which was locked, although the key finally produced by a security guard. No idea why they lock it - there's bugger all in there, not even a mirror (crips obviously have no need of checking their appearance). Maybe they think all the local lowlife would shoot up in there or have hot passionate sex in the midst of all the shoppers and diners.... Lucky buggers.